Fish

[freckles_and_doubt]

I am sorry to report that Fishy, feline companion for nearly thirteen years now, is no more. She went rapidly downhill over the last few days: stopped eating, lost weight visibly, dribbled blood from the nose. I took her in to the vet this afternoon, and he confirmed my feeling that it was the beginning of the end and she was actively unhappy. I've never had to have an animal put down before. It's a horrible mix of awful and relief: at this stage, it's all I could do for her.

I acquired Fishy while I was still in Masters, when our next-door-neighbour at the infamous wytchfynder digs found Fish and her two kittens in a drain in Sea Point. The neighbour kept the black kitten, the tabby went (in a bizarre and completely unrelated coincidence) to the digs where my sister happened to be living, and I got Fish. She started a long career in reserved and dignified suspicion by spending two days under the dining room table. When we moved into our current house, I was convinced she'd run away, but she turned out to have been curled up under my duvet the whole day, presumably protesting the rearrangement of her environment.

She was never meant to be called Fish. I wanted to call her Ariadne, for no adequately defined reason, but my flatmates didn't like the name. The debate was still raging when Carlo wandered in to visit, walked over to stroke the new feline, who had finally consented to emerge from under the table, and said, "Hello, little fishy!" It was one of those Lightning Naming Moments: it stuck. I used to defiantly write "Ariadne" on the front of her vet booklet, but in later years she's just been "Fish." It has a certain ring to it, and causes mass outbreaks of giggling in vet waiting rooms.

She's always had an enormous dignity, a matronly calm which telegraphs "Don't fuck with me!" to all but the most oblivious. She has, in a long career of reserve edging into bad temper, bitten me, bumpycat and the vet, and clawed enough people that I've lost count. For a somewhat ponderous and overweight feline she could move at lightning speed, and friends soon learned to pet her cautiously and to avoid the sensitive spot at the base of her spine, a sure ticket to a slashing. She nonetheless had something of a fan club, headed by first_fallen, who I have had to regularly shake down on leaving the house to guard against Fish-napping.


Fish was never demonstrative, mewing extremely seldom, and when she did in a somewhat small and rusty voice. Her purr was likewise restrained. Demands for affection entailed standing adjacent to the object of desire and death-glaring until affection was forthcoming. In rare moments of extreme demonstration she would stand on my sewing table and rest her forehead against my stomach. She always preferred men to women, having a positive adoration for my ex-housemate Mykal. Even now I darkly suspect she was fonder of my Evil Landlord than she was of me. She slept on his bed right until the end, leaving small bloodstained dribbles on his sheets.

She was always a small-framed cat, but when we acquired Toad and Golux she started eating their feline growth formula food, and rapidly ballooned into a small, furry blimp. Jokes about my fat cat have long been a tradition in extemporanea-baiting. herne_kzn once incurred my wrath by referring to her as the "Death Fishie" ("That's no moon!"). I fondly remember a pizza delivery guy who, encountering her unexpectedly, made some remark about how fat a cat she was. The laser quality of my glare caused him to quickly backtrack, and he left trailing a string of retractions: "she's just furry!" "big bones!" "a fine figure of a cat!" He's just lucky we'd already tipped him.


She was fat enough to have a slightly rolling gait which nonetheless had tremendous dignity: Fish walking across the wooden floor was a small, slow peal of thunder. She was undisputed Top Cat in our pecking order. The saddest thing about the cancerous growth which killed her was that it made it too painful for her to wash properly, and her usually pristine white bib ruff and prim white paws became matted and grubby. I am very glad that I asked stv to take the beautiful portraits in this post before she was too changed by her illness. She retained her feisty temper to the last moment, though: even weakened, she growled at the vet when he injected her.

Our vet is a wonderful combination of practical, compassionate and sympathetic, and he made the whole thing as easy for me as it could be. I have to agree with his comment that these endings we offer our animals are a lot kinder than some of the ones we offer our fellow humans similarly afflicted and with no such access to an easy release from pain.

Comments

[starmadeshadow.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry. She was a grand kitty, and will be long remembered.

[origamitiger.livejournal.com]

oh, honey.

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Alas poor fish.

[schedule5.livejournal.com]

Much sadness here, too.

[rumint.livejournal.com]

RIP

Our condolences.

[khoi-boi.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd read this before I came over - here I am crying and I can't imagine how you and the E.L. must have been feeling this evening. I'm so sorry. I'll miss her - I thought of the scratches as tough love. Well worth the cost to stroke that wonderful fur.

[(Anonymous)]

Really sorry to hear that, she had an unmistakeable stately magnificence.

I really like the photos.

-pinK.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so sorry to hear about Fish. She was world-renowned, you know, with fans as far-reaching as California (that would be us). She was truly blessed to share such a wonderful life with you, and will always be a part of you.

We went to a cat rescue/adoption benefit Saturday night, and I'd like to think that our donations were made in her name.

Many hugs,
Dayle/Rhieinwen

[nimnod.livejournal.com]

My condolences.

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

So sorry :(
This was the saddest nun picture I could find in my files. It's not sad enough.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

You timed it well, actually: if you'd been over earlier, you would have found me all weepy. By the time you'd arrived I'd calmed myself down by cooking creme caramel and ostrich pot pie for an hour or so. Cooking therapy is essential.

*cry*

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

Even though I knew it was coming, this is still a shock. It's been a year since we had Mischief put down, but it's still so raw. I will mourn that Fishie, I loved her.

[egadfly.livejournal.com]

In memory and celebration of Fish, the Piscine Feline. She was noble and proud (even by cat standards) and projected an unparalleled form of counter-cute that was extremely endearing.

Condolences and hugs to you.

[bumpycat.livejournal.com]

Poor little Fishie. But she had a good, long, happy life as top cat.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

"Stately magnificence" is good :>. And, yes, the photos are stunning - I'm very grateful to stv. I'll stick up some of the others on Flickr, with his permission.

Re: *cry*

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I know you did: I thought about phoning you and asking if you wanted to say goodbye, but actually Fish in her last few days wasn't herself, all thin and grubby and bloodied and smelly. I'd rather you remembered her in her health. Also, I only just managed not to howl all over the vet: I knew if I'd phoned you I would have lost it completely.

Re: *cry*

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

Thank you for thinking of me. Truthfully, I didn't want to come visit you for fear of breaking down over a sickly Fishie. I don't think I could've taken seeing her so. The Fishie I will is the grand old dame who remember lured me with a fluffy tummy and lanquid glance. Odalisque Fishie.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

awww! I like the cat benefit donation idea, thank you!

She did, indeed, have a good life, filled with suitable food, sun, comfy sofas and adoration.

Re: *cry*

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I always used to think of her as a Reubens model :>. And, yes, I completely understand why you wouldn't want to see her deteriorate. I've found it very hard to watch her.

[(Anonymous)]

Goodbye Fishy... and ineffectual sympathetic noises to Extemp. I'll just pass you a steaming cup of virtual Earl Grey.

scroob

[bend-gules.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry.
My vet said something very similar. Maybe it's something they learn in vet school; maybe they all come to the same conclusion, once in practice.
There's still a cat-shaped hole in my house, and my heart, too. I can only hope it gets smaller with time.

[tngr-spacecadet.livejournal.com]

Poor baby. Those are seriously gorgeous photographs, thanks for posting them. Hang in there.

L

[origamitiger.livejournal.com]

I found this, it is grainy but it is fish.
http://www.cjcurrie.com/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=southafricafeb06&id=Photo24_20_1

[dragonroost.livejournal.com]

Good bye Fish - I am very glad to have known you.
My condolences.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Lovely shot - the classic carpet pose. Thanks for the link!

[(Anonymous)]

'bye, Fishie, Grande Dame of the house. :(

Hugs to you, extemp.

everymoment.

[herne-kzn.livejournal.com]

Oh gawds how horrible.
I am so, so sorry.
I remember discovering that sensitive patch for the first time, and then jsut having to make sure that was in fact the trigger:)
I alsways though of Fishie as a sort of Queen Victoria of cats (when not casting dark Star Wars themed aspersions)
*hugs*

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for your mad phone call from Japan, it was very good to hear your voice, even briefly. And, yes, she did tend to channel Queen Victoria quite regularly. The other cats are settling into a very different pecking order without her monarchical presence.

[herne-kzn.livejournal.com]

just, just just
always, always, always

from ~M

[stringgeek.livejournal.com]

SADNESS!

Wolverine_nun spilled that you have an LJ account, and also shared the (now belated) news about Fishy. I'm so sorry! She was a magnificent lady. :-(

Yours from Vermont,

~M