My most beloved cat, the oldest I had, and the cat that loved me the most, was recently sent to the vet because she was losing weight, and now found out she had multiple problems, including a tumor in her legs, and several diseases, and just 2 days ago, went completely blind. Tomorrow, she will be put to sleep to stop the pain, and I can’t stop crying, even as I’m writing this.
Bonnie loved me the most. She hated her offspring for no particular reason, but loved me dearly. She loved playing peek-a-boo with me, loved getting hugs, tummy rubs and loved talking with me, always saying “Rau”. She had a lot of nicknames, all of which with a pronounced R.
She was named after Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde. In fact, my first 2 cats had those names. Clyde was an orange cat who was deeply loved by my mom, and he sadly passed away in 2019 after an unexpected illness. And now, Bonnie has to go.
I’ve faced multiple issues about deaths these last 8 months. First, a legend I know (Greg Biffle) died in a plane crash in December. Then, the death of another legend in Kyle Busch, who died this May from pneumonia and sepsis. And now, Bonnie’s death beats Busch’s death by a lot, especially since she’s been with me for more than half of what I’ve lived as of now.
I’m just heartbroken by this. All that’s left is saying my goodbyes tomorrow and then her cremation. She will be the 3rd urn I have in my house. The first was of Merlin, her first offspring, who died in 2023 after choking on a piece of leftovers, one day before I entered middle school. Then, Bibi, who died earlier this year from illness.
First image is of her laying on my bed. She was a beautiful fatass. Second image was taken days ago when she was in the vet. That might be the last image of her before her death