After being up and down for several weeks, I had to let Alexandra go today. She had been doing fairly well. She was eating. Her fur was looking better and was getting around well. As I was feeding her this morning, I noticed her rear leg looked swollen and she was slow getting up and down. I thought maybe it was a reaction to some of the medication she had been taking. She was scheduled for a follow up appointment this morning anyway. So I texted my husband, who was taking her to the vet because I had to work, to have them check her leg. He said okay. He was hanging out with her and noticed some blood on her fur. He looked her over, trying to find where the blood was coming from and realized it was coming from her nose. He took her over to the vet immediately. He sent me a text telling me about it. I shut my computer down, told my boss I had to leave and booked it to the vet’s office across town. When I got there, she was very calm and let me hold her. She did not seem to be in a great deal of pain or discomfort, but I knew. I knew it was time. The vet felt she likely had some type of tumor or cancer. I wanted her to go at home. I had my cat, Ada, done at my house. It was very nice for all of us. But it did not work out for Alex. I don’t think she really minded much. She was very quiet and peaceful. Her quietness was a sure indication that she was not doing well. She is a regular grump and does not like to be held. She went quickly and quietly. She likely would have gone on her own in the next day or two.
If you know me at all, you know that I love the beach. I always wanted to have a small house on the beach with a hammock on the porch. I wanted Alex to be there with me. It’s my happy, go to place and she is always there. Maybe she is there now. I hope she is lounging in the warm sun. I imagine her walking on the beach, leaving surprises for the tourists.
Good-bye Alexandra the Great. You came. You hissed. You growled. You ruled the roost.