Lucy could only breath with great effort, and her vocalizations made it quite clear she was distressed. I rushed her to the vet, and he gave Lucy some medicine to drain the fluid in her lungs, but the fluid came back and she relapsed. Her heart had failed her.
I first met her back in 2010 when she was already about 5 years old. One day I heard a cat yapping outside and I wondering what was going on. She was yapping at a bug, a bird, or something. Apparently though, she liked to talk.
I could see she was rather thin, so I felt sorry her. I could tell she was curious about me, but was a bit too afraid to let me get close to her. She was happy to eat whatever I left for her though, as soon as I backed off.
Soon her curiosity conquered her fear and we became buddies. I already had three other cats at the time, so I was a bit hesitant to take her in. However, she made instant friends with Daryl, but Ms. Kitty and Princess weren't convinced yet.
I let Lucy inside from time to time and soon all the cats came to accept her. I had been letting her in and out, but one day I realized I hadn't let her out in a few days and she hadn't complained, so I didn't bother letting her out anymore.
Lucy didn't seem to mind being the only cat for a few months. She certainly liked the extra attention she received the last few months of being the only kitty.
Her death this morning was a complete surprise. I had no idea her heart was failing, and even if I did, according to what I've read, there's nothing I could have done to make her better.
Once again I'm forced to say goodbye. Goodbye my affectionate friend!
