On Monday my 18 year old cat, my childhood baby girl, Patches, passed away. Her kidneys failed and she lost her sense of smell so she deteriorated in less than a week and finally passed away peacefully in the arms of my mother and surrounded by everyone.
I couldn't be with her in her time of passing, but the night before when I had come down to visit, I gave her a bath and massaged her body and held her while drying her. I put her back into her bathroom sleeping place and talked to her trying my hardest not to cry. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted to go, but wanted my permission that I would be okay without her.
You see, she has been my baby since I was 5 years old and she was the product of my other baby girl who passed away in 2013 of kidney failure as well. She always slept with me, always came to me whenever I cried, and sat infront of my door to protect me from the night terrors I had. She was my protector and I never ever wanted her to leave me.
When I saw the look in her eyes I knew it was time. I had to accept her passing and I told her I really really loved her and that she could go to lightening and be free of her pain. She passed away the next day.
I didn't know she had passed. My family didn't want to make me upset until I came over. However, last night she came to me herself in my dream fully healthy and beautiful again. She was telling me she was okay and she will continue to watch over me just not in physical form. I miss her so much.