I was going to retweet something for #NationalRelaxationDay, and was surprised to find that nobody I follow had tweeted that hashtag yet today. So I had to find my own relaxing image—a picture of Rapunzel in happier days.
Rapunzel was poorly yesterday. In the morning it was just some weakness in her front legs that we’d seen before, but in the early afternoon it got much worse—rather abruptly, she was unable to stand.
I tried carrying her to her food and her water and her litter box, but being unable to stand, she couldn’t make use of them.
At bedtime I put her in one of her favorite nighttime spots, then laid down on the floor next to her for a long time.
In the morning we found that she’d somehow made her way downstairs under her own power and curled up on the floor in the living room. She still couldn’t stand, still wouldn’t take water even when I brought her water dish to her, even when I tried holding her up.
I called the vet and made an appointment for mid-afternoon.
The vet examined her and offered a new diagnosis. Before, when it was just the front-leg weakness, the doctor had thought it might be a nerve problem, perhaps pinched where they exited her spine. Based on how things had progressed and her other symptoms, the vet now thought it was probably a brain tumor.
She offered to get us an emergency consult with a veterinary neurologist, but that didn’t seem promising. Rapunzel was a very old cat. If they found a brain tumor, what could they do? I doubt if she would have survived either surgery or chemotherapy. I didn’t see any prospect for a return to health, nor a long life. The vet agreed that euthanasia was probably the best choice.
So this afternoon Jackie and I said goodbye to Rapunzel after 17 years.
The image at the top is how I remember Rapunzel. She always liked to be on top of things. But here are another few pictures.
Here is our best picture of Rapunzel as a kitten. I haven’t liked to show this one around, because I didn’t think much of it as a picture of me, but it’s such a good picture of Rapunzel I’m letting that go.
Rapunzel always liked to get into things. I actually have a bunch of pictures of that—Rapunzel in baskets, Rapunzel in buckets, Rapunzel in boxes, Rapunzel in drawers, Rapunzel in the sink. But here is a picture of Rapunzel in the loom, shoving her face through the warp threads.
Finally, here’s a picture of the way I imagine Rapunzel would have been looking at us toward the end, if she’d been still able to jump up to the window sill. (In actual fact, this picture was taken when we were running the vacuum cleaner, and she was looking on disapprovingly, waiting for us to stop.)
Rapunzel was the best cat. She was friendly and fierce. She tolerated us and never held a grudge. She could get along on her own just fine, but was always glad to see us. She sat in Jackie’s lap most mornings. Instead of sitting in my lap, she liked to climb into my arms when I sat at the computer—and I was happy hold her, although it made it hard to type.
Good bye Rapunzel. Thank you for 17 wonderful years. We already miss you terribly.
Successfully got ’Punzel’s meds down her gullet for the second day in a row. I think.
By which I mean it has a picture of a cat and a picture of a sunset. (Plus, there’s a bonus picture of the cat.)
Among the things we pitched out and replaced in our latest move was the cat’s scratching post.
Sadly, the cat showed no interest in the new scratching post, and was more interested in experimenting with other nice things to scratch: cardboard boxes, wooden chairs, and pants (with legs inside).
Finally today, while Jackie was reading in the window seat, I spotted the cat standing on a cardboard box near the new scratching post, and though I’d see if she could be enticed to show some interest. I went down and got the container of catnip and came up to sprinkle some on the new scratching post.
She liked it.
Jackie has an update about her latest project, in which she’s weaving something called Huck Lace.
I mostly wanted to draw attention to the third picture, in which I captured Rapunzel “helping.” In this case, she’s helping by poking her face up through the warp.
Pure luck that I got that picture—her head wasn’t even headed that way when I pressed the button, but there it was in the captured image.
I liked the way the sunlight caught Rapunzel’s guard hairs.
Shiny Guard Hairs by Philip Brewer is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 United States License.
I liked the way the sun illuminated Rapunzel’s face while leaving the rest of her in shadow. I also rather liked the expression I caught here. It looks just like Rapunzel.