|Right after bringing Livey home.|
It was a sad story, she was a sweet and persistent cat, and after she welcomed my cradling her (I was testing to see how she would respond to my affection), I was sold. I set the flea-infested cat on the passenger seat of my station vehicle, held her in place with one hand, and drove north to the Animal Protect League. Once there, I told them to fix her up (spay, shots, all that fun stuff) and I would be back to welcome 'Rawr Rawr' (her initial name based on her raspy meows) into my home.
|Livey's first night in my home was spent on my screened-in back porch.|
A few days later, after realizing her name wasn't practical and was very hard to say, I changed her name to Livey, as in Livingston, the street where we met.
That was the beginning of the next four and a half years. Livey, the third cat my home, moved from Springfield to my mom's old house in the Chicago burbs, to an apt in Chicago, and finally here to Indianapolis with me.
|The cute duo.|
Two years ago Livey started showing signs of sickness, primarily diarrhea. The vet recommended steroids, which then caused diabetes, and which this past week got to the point that we felt it was necessary to put her down. On top of using our home as her personal bathroom, Livey had lost 50% of her weight, her back legs were starting to give out due to diabetic neuropathy. The decision to let her go wasn't easy and was coupled with a lot of tears and uncertainty.
At the vet we cried, we cuddled, and took lots of photos. Spencer, wanting to give Livey a final treat, even bit a dog treat in half so it was small enough for her to tackle. Her final moments were calm, and it was surprisingly peaceful how the initial sedative hit her and she slowly lay her head down. They put her in a cardboard coffin, taped fresh flowers from their garden to the top of it (which they told me they don't normally do), and puffy faced and worn out, we went on our way.
Right now there's a part of me that mourns her, a part of that says 'it's just a cat', and a part of me actually celebrating the freedom Spencer and I now have (no more cleaning up her endless messes, or taking her with us on every trip out of town because she would destroy our home if left alone for days).
That's all. Just wanted to make note of her and what she has meant to not just me, but Spencer, the last few years. Little Livey. We'll miss her.