Cubby {black} & Kayden {white/black}

When it comes to writing this post, I honestly cannot even begin to express how much I wish the need for this post didn’t exist. However, sometimes the hands of time work against us and we end up with situations, regrets and pain that can only be tolerated in due time. I have no better way to deal with my grief of this situation, than to write about it and hope I can find some comfort in that.

On Tuesday (May 15, 2012), my beloved kitty, Kayden, passed away. He had been diagnosed with chronic renal failure in January of this year and since the condition is terminal, it was a waiting game that I had hoped would last for many years rather than a few months. He was only 6 years of age, which made losing him so much harder. He was in his prime and my mischievious and playful kitty, until his illness stole that away.

Kayden had been with me since he was a kitten. A friend of mine had called me one morning while I was having breakfast with my Dad and told me about finding a kitten crying in her bush. Apparently, a few days prior, someone had dumped the poor kitten on the yard of a garage sale and drove off. The kitten eventually wandered into her bush and it was there he stayed until she found him. Being that I absolutely love cats and have a tendency to help every animal I can, she naturally called me. So after breakfast, I headed over to see what shape the kitten was in and decide how I could help. Immediately upon arriving at her home, she walked out her door holding the most adorable, yet dirty, kitten in her arms. I was immediately enchanted by his cute face and beautiful white coloring. My heart reached out to him and I knew at that moment, that I would take the kitten home and give him the happy life he deserved. The thought that someone would have thrown him out sickened me, as it still does to this day. He became part of our family and despite his mischievious boy-kitty nature, I loved him every minute.

For 6 years, he ran around leaping and jumping, meowing and playing, and reminding me that life was to be enjoyed. So when he fell ill in January and had to be hospitalized for 3 days, I was forced into realizing that despite his middle-age, his clock was ticking far quicker than most. The vet let us know that he was suffering from chronic renal failure and since he had gotten to the “crash point,” he was obviously farther along with the illness and the only option was palliative care. Thus, I gave him medication twice a day and subcutaneous fluids weekly. And while I had such hope for his improvement, despite the prognosis, my hope ultimately was not enough. Kayden ended up losing his battle and it is here that I find myself, grieving.

No amount of tears or pleading with God will change the story, but I have faith that one day, Kayden and I will be reunited again to start a new chapter ♥

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