Pandora belonged to my wife's parents who adopted her as a one year old. Mom and Pop loved that cat. We got Christmas and birthday cards from Pandora. And Pandora was the one who was with Mom when she died, having moved from the adjacent bed to lie next to Mom on the day before and the day after she died. Pandora then came to live with us, adapting to the other cats slowly but relishing the attention given to her.
It seems oddly coincidental that Pandora looks like a skeleton, having lost so much weight over the past month. She is the cat version of what Pop looked like before he died. "Failure to thrive" seems to happen to both humans and animals when life has dwindled to the point where the body is wasting away. Every time I look at her now and stroke her bony frame, it tears at my heart because I am reminded of Pop's last days.
I don't have much more to say about this. Our love for animals is huge. But the animals tell us when they are sick and suffering. Keep us in your thoughts as we carry on with letting go of Pandora.
|Pandora on the bed after Mom died|