We had been debating giving her pain killers, because the doctor said two a day, which meant we might want to give it twelve hours and it had only been about eight, but then again what's the worst an overdose could do? She was still fidgety and meowing, so we decided to go ahead and give her the medicine. And she still wouldn't quite get settled, so we got our pillows and set up camp in the hall outside the bathroom, so we could still lie down and get some sleep, but be available for Mimsy when she needed us. My hope was that in her restlessness she would eventually get to the doorway, where I could still pet her while I was lying down, but in the end, she got us to pick her up and put her in the sink.
All night, one or both of us would sit next to her and pet her until she settled down, then we'd sneak off to our camp in the hallway until the next time she meowed. Then we'd take turns staying with her, repeating the process. There were probably a couple of hours (non-consecutive) where we were both asleep, but we don't know if Mimsy ever got that far. After one of those hours, at about eight, I woke up to Mimsy meowing again. It felt very cold, despite being 74 degrees Fahrenheit, so I left her for a few seconds to get a sweatshirt, then came back to keep petting her. I was determined to keep at it until the alarm went off at nine, then I'd ask Athena to switch with me during the time we normally let the snooze button go.
At one point, Mimsy started coughing. She had been having trouble breathing all night, and she'd had a few coughing fits before. When the coughing stopped, her left hind leg starting kicking, like it was having a spasm. There were two spasms of about four kicks, and then, just a few minutes before the alarm went off, she stopped moving. Her breathing had been so shallow by that point that it was really hard to tell if she had stopped or not, especially because we were so tired that things seemed to be moving when the weren't. But by the time the last snooze alarm went off, we were pretty sure she was unresponsive. And now she's gone.
Mom will be over soon to help us wrap her up, then we'll be taking her over to Mom's house to bury her. We always imagined she would live forever, even though we know cats don't tend to do that. But they say cats have nine lives because they live so long, right? Ah well. She's done suffering now, and probably surrounded by people and/or animals that love her. We're definitely going to miss her.
Today I'm thankful for the fifteen years of happiness and comfort we got to have from Mimsy, Mimsy not being alone when she passed on, getting to clean her up a little before she left, getting to talk to our cousin Jonathan last night, and the story he told us in the little time he had to talk. He loves animals probably at least twice as much as we do, and he had a cat (who also died of cancer) who one time brought in a bird. He didn't let the cat finish it off, but took it out into the backyard to let it die, and he said a prayer for the bird. And he said he got a very strong impression that there were angels around, for the bird. So we think there were angels for Mimsy, too.