It has been a rough week here at the Reynolds.’ On Monday we learned that our beloved cat of 11 years, Francesca Sue, had terminal cancer. In four months (the last vet visit) she had lost two pounds, had decreased appetite, and her breathing was extremely labored and had a wheezing sound to it. On Wednesday she gave us signs that she was ready to go: she no longer wanted to be held, was not eating or drinking, and showed no interest in food or catnip. She was struggling, no longer enjoying life, and in pain. We took her to the vet in her favorite plush robe of mine. She passed away peacefully in my lap at 4:30 p.m. Wednesday the 29th.
Francesca Sue was a stray that followed me up the steps to my second floor apartment one night after a postgraduate class. She was super skinny and needed a good home. Francesca was extremely loyal, met my husband and I at the door every night, loved food treats, catnip, and time on her mommy’s lap every morning. When she was healthy, she brandished great kung fu moves on her brother, Captain Crunch, and loved to catch birds (which her mommy would release). She was precious, will be dearly missed, and will live in our hearts always.