December 1, 1993 at the
been at the hospital for about a week suffering from some problem with her
pancreas which Dr. Stambough tried unsuccessfully to cure. She had lost an eye
a little over a year earlier to cancer, and we had been told to expect the
cancer to reappear. When it became clear that he had done all he could short of
exploratory surgery, I very sadly told him that we would put her to sleep. She
had suffered enough. Nancy and I sat with her for a while, with her in my lap.
I stroked her gently all the while, and she tried to find a comfortable
position. She talked to me at first, but then just lay quietly in my lap. After
perhaps half an hour we decided with a heavy heart that the dreaded time had
come. We called for a doctor. He came and gently inserted a hypodermic needle
into the IV catheter already in
her left front leg.
by this. The doctor then slowly and steadily pushed in the plunger on the
hypodermic needle and
I am going to miss Crystal - a lot. While she is still fresh in my mind I want
to record here some things about her that I don't want to forget.
We purchased her from Jane Baker in ##. We intended to buy one Siamese cat. I
looked down into the tall cardboard box where two kittens lay asleep together in
a heap. I instantly realized that I could not separate them. I said that we'd
take them both, and
and her brother, Monkey.
As the years passed,
spanking, on her back at the base of her tail. She'd arch her back and look
alternatively at me and then up into space as I slapped away, purring all the
while. If I stopped, she would look at me imploringly, asking for more. Perhaps
it was that which drew her to me, or perhaps it was my being male. It was
clearly evident that Monkey
cocking her head and peering into my eyes, and reach out to pat my face gently
with her paw. She wanted me to "spank" her. It was clear that if I was going
to get anything done I would have do as she desired.
I never ceased to be amazed at how uniquely feminine she was, in the way she
stretched, in the way she sat, in the way she talked to me. She liked to lie in
my lap when I watched television in the evenings. She was very light, not over
seven pounds. Sometimes, as she lay thus, if her head was facing mine she would
look up at me and speak to me softly. I would speak back to her in a voice
which I used for her. I'd stroke her back gently as we spoke back and forth to
each other quietly. And thus, with her alternately closing her eyes and then
opening them to look up into mine, speaking to me if I looked into her eyes,
we'd carry on a conversation. I don't know what we were saying, but I do know
that we were communicating. I think that it was the way she talked to me that
made her so special to me.
If I tired of having her on my lap, I'd move sideways in the armchair and she
would wiggle her way in beside me. There she would curl up and nap.
Crystal and her brother meant a great deal to each
cat while Monkey would go outdoors if the weather suited him. She knew she was
an indoor cat and that her brother was an outdoor cat. I'd open the door as
both of them sat there. Monkey would go out, and she'd just watch him go. We
have a screened-in porch, and she liked to sit there on the picnic table and
experience the outside. When Monkey came in again
thoroughly, grooming him with her tongue. She apparently believed that he
shouldn't have eyebrows, for she chewed them off. Sometimes they would groom
each other, she licking him all over his face while he simultaneously licked
hers, both with their eyes closed.
Monkey knew that
bulkhead door were somehow both left open, as I was doing something in the
driveway by the bulkhead door,
outside also, screamed at
screened in porch. I was amazed.
in bed during the day,
us. It was very pleasant to have her there. Monkey and
beside us when we went to bed and read before turning out the lights. However,
we did not want them sleeping on the bed during the entire night, so we made
them leave then. We'd have to force Monkey to leave, but
leave on her own. She did not like to be forced to do anything. She did not
even like people to hold her in their arms. She'd give them perhaps fifteen
seconds to let her go, and then she'd wiggle and claw to get free.
If you tried to pat
away, her rear legs collapsed as she went. She nonetheless held her head up in
a very feminine manner as she crawled away.
longer. She then became much more precious to me, and I looked forward with
dread to losing her. My moments with her became even more valuable. Monkey had
taken to sleeping with Addie, our female Golden Retriever. I decided to let her
spend the night with us. She was very pleased, and insisted on getting under
the covers beside me with her head on the pillow beside my head. Sometimes she
would appear in the middle of the night, speaking softly and imploringly into my
ear while stroking my cheek gently with her paw. I'd lift up the covers and she
would wiggle her way in beside me, her body against mine and her head beside
mine on the pillow. There would be a short period of loud purring, and then
she'd spend the rest of the night there peacefully beside me, tolerating quietly
all my tossings and turnings.
interest in play. She would take note if I crinkled up a small piece of paper.
If I threw it on the floor she would swat it around and chase after it, sort of
like playing soccer with herself. When we went upstairs to bed, she would tear
upstairs ahead of us. We have a large rug-covered scratching post with crossed
horizontal beams at the top at about my eye level. One corner of the cross is
filled in with a shelf. She loved to climb up there, sometimes going up the
hard way, that is, around outside the shelf. She would jump from the vertical
post out, upside down, to grab the carpeting on the outside of the shelf, and
pull herself up onto it. She loved to have me "spank" her up there, and would
race up there anytime I offered to do so. She would also jump down across the
considerable space to the nearby chairs. She loved to rip up the carpet near
the base, stretching in her exquisite feline way while doing so. That was where
she did her scratching.
he old enough to be
in amazement as she lovingly nursed and groomed her kittens.
thankful for having been able to have the experience. I shall miss her
terribly, but I feel better for having written these things down.