My Sylvia observing me at my computer from her usual place on my shoulders .
As some of you know our cat, My Sylvia took sick Monday and disappeared the next day. She was 14 years old and looked very tired that day, stopped eating that evening, and I gave her an antibiotic just in case. She looked so frail and worn out and just wanted to lay down as if she was exhausted. I did get her to drink some milk but that was only lip service on her part to make me happy. The next morning she had left the house via the cat door and was no where to be found. I searched and called her name but to no avail.
My Sylvia's original name was Sylvia, but she was our dear sweet kitty and my dh and I would banter back and forth...."She's my Sylvia!", he would say to which I would reply, "No, she is my Sylvia!" So Sylvia immediately decided that her name was MySylvia and would always answer to that. She usually did not like leaving me unless my dh needed some kind of extra care. She would sit or ride on my shoulders and observe every move I made.
When my husband went into the hospital the first time she was quite distraught but did finally get to see him via webcam which is how the photo above was taken. When he came home she was the only one of our pets (not even his own dog) who recognized him because he had lost weight and lost his hair and had changed so much, but that didn't fool My Sylvia. She knew the smell of the one that was missing and immediately she took up her place in his lap. For days she would not leave his side unless he slept and then she would come to me and sit on my shoulders as if to say "He is resting so I will make sure you are okay, now." It was almost as if she worried that she had not been diligent enough in taking care of him the first time he went to the hospital and she was making up for that.
When we went to the hospital the last time MySylvia followed us out to the car like she usually did and watched us leave. MySylvia did not stay in the house much when we were gone. She preferred to stay in the front yard and wait until we got back to come back inside with us, even though she had a cat door and could go in or stay out as she pleased.
After my husband died we took him to another state to bury him in our family plot. When I got back, MySylvia had a broken back leg. The vet said it would probably not do any good to set it since we had not been able to get to it when it first happened, but that she would be fine in about six weeks. Well, she was fine from the broken leg in 6 weeks and was jumping up on my shoulders and the washing machine, etc., and was able to run, though she did have a limp.
However, MySylvia, was far from being well from her broken heart over not being able to find my husband. It was as if this time she knew something terrible had happened. Every day she would go to the places my husband would spend time outside and check them out to see if he might show up there.
Yesterday some friends from St. Louis came to see me and help me around the place. They changed a flat, checked and filled the water and oil in my cars, fixed my TV so that I could watch it again (the handyman who moved it to replace some paneling had not hooked it up right), and they did various things I was unable to do which helped me a great deal. While they were out and about, however, in an outbuilding where my husband had spent a lot of time, they found MySylvia. The building was open and she had gone in one last time before she died of what we believe was heart failure to find him. I had looked in that building before, but she was in a hard place to see and I had missed spotting her.
Our friend said, "It looks like she is with your husband now. He has her and he will care for her now just like she cared for him." I cried and cried. We buried her in the front yard where she used to wait for us to come home and then jump through the fence to meet us.
So now I have lost My Husband and My Sylvia and today is a really rough day for me as she was a part of the family for 14 years and I know that after she said goodbye to me she had gone to try to find my husband to say goodbye to him, but maybe she said "hello" instead. I talk to my husband even though he is gone and last night and today I have asked him to please take good care of MySylvia and told him that I miss them both, so.