{"id":20616,"date":"2022-03-29T00:10:08","date_gmt":"2022-03-29T04:10:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/?p=20616"},"modified":"2023-04-17T17:05:44","modified_gmt":"2023-04-17T21:05:44","slug":"saying-goodbyes-to-zee-the-legacy-of-an-extraordinary-cat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/saying-goodbyes-to-zee-the-legacy-of-an-extraordinary-cat\/","title":{"rendered":"Saying Goodbyes to Zee – The Legacy of an Extraordinary Cat"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>When Zee first arrived at our house on November 12, 2005, he was a tiny, fuzzy brown tabby 9-week-old Maine Coon kitten I gave Dan as a housewarming gift when he moved in with me. He joined furmates, Bandit (a dog), and cats Kit, Jazz, and Harley, all long since angels. How he would change our lives could not have been predicted at the time, but he quickly stole our hearts and it was evident early on he was a very special cat.<\/p>\n

Naturally, we were obsessed with him. Kittens can do that and we wanted to smother our lil\u2019 guy in hugs and kisses and have him cuddle in our laps. But he was too busy then, instigating rabbit kick fights with Jazz (twice his size) and his insistent involvement in helping in all aspects of a home renovation we were doing, as only a curious and fearless kitten can do. Sounds of jackhammers, drills, saws, and more bothered him not a bit, and he had little time to placate his doting humans. But we took it in stride, after all, we had a lifetime ahead with him.<\/p>\n

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Zee’s curiosity during our home improvement had no boundaries.<\/p><\/div>\n

And we did have a lifetime until the day we didn\u2019t. The day we had to give the greatest gift of all, letting go and saying goodbyes to a cat whose mark on our hearts was deeply and indelibly etched. The day was Friday, March 18, a day we\u2019ll never forget because it was one of the most painful, bittersweet, and poignant days Dan and I have ever gone through. Many days have transpired since then. Long, aimless, agonizing days, but I have not shared the news until now. Part of it is simply because if I didn\u2019t write about it, maybe it wasn\u2019t true. But mostly, because I wasn\u2019t ready to open the raw and emotional floodgates of grief that would bring me down an excruciatingly painful memory lane. Ironic perhaps, considering I wrote a book on the grieving process after Jazz passed: Purr Prints of the Heart – A Cat’s Tale of Life, Death, and Beyond<\/em><\/a>, and founded Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day<\/a> on August 28 as a consequence of Jazz and all other pets loved and lost, but a loss is always difficult, even if you understand the mechanics of grieving.<\/p>\n

But it is true, and it did happen. I know this because of the profound emptiness in my heart. We still have seven precious furbabies with us, but right now seven is a lonely number. Zee is everywhere<\/em>. At every turn, he is there, the memory of him imprinted on the fabric of everything around us. He is gone, but his impression carries on with a life of its own so real I can still see, smell, and touch it.<\/p>\n

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Faded in the background, but always there. I can still see, feel, and touch him in my mind.<\/p><\/div>\n

His empty food dish, a vessel of his last meal. Medication bottles, creams, vitamin supplements, and more, sitting on the counter, no longer needed to serve a purpose. His favorite plush toys, laying lonely on the floor. His smell and indent on the couch, the bed in the guest bedroom, and so much more. I still see him on the bathroom counter where he liked to drink his water, and on the kitchen floor, waiting to be fed or brushed. My office, Dan\u2019s office, our cars because of frequent trips to the vet, and on and on and on.<\/p>\n

It was not a surprise, yet somehow it was. We knew in December 2020 our remaining time with Zee was a borrowed gift. We had brought him to the vet for an emergency visit when we noticed he was lethargic, eating less, and drooling. He was initially diagnosed with diabetes, with them finding an exceedingly high level of glucose in his urine. But after a couple of days of monitoring his glucose levels, it was determined he was not diabetic but had a hyperthyroid and we began a regimen of a special diet, vitamin supplements, and clindamycin drops for the drooling (with possible periodontal work down the road) and methimazole tablets twice a day for the thyroid.<\/p>\n

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Bringing Zee in for an emergency checkup in December 2020.<\/p><\/div>\n

The drooling stopped and he started to gain some weight. He had a spring in his step we hadn\u2019t seen in ages, and we settled into a happy and comfortable life with him. His days of bringing nearly a dozen plush toys to our bed at night had stopped, as well as the frequency he would sleep with us in our bed. But he also had long since become that cuddly lap cat we yearned for and was a loving, social, gregarious, intelligent, and chatty cat. He would frequently come and visit Dan and me throughout the day, as we both work remotely and when he wasn\u2019t with us, he was surrounded by his beloved girls \u2013 mama cat, Zoey, and daughters, Mia and Peanut, who couldn\u2019t get enough of him.<\/p>\n

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Zee with Peanut, Zoey, and Mia after his December 2020 vet visit.<\/p><\/div>\n

Every milestone was a blessing. Making it through Christmas 2020 and his birthday, September 2021. Then another Christmas. And then New Year, 2022. But the New Year brought more changes. His drooling came back, and he was eating less, so we brought him to the vet for a checkup. At this point, with Zee nearly 17, and with health issues, Dan and I already had already decided in our minds. We promised to take care of him, make him as comfortable as possible, and enjoy all our days with him we were blessed to have, but not to put him through a litany of tests and diagnoses.<\/p>\n

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Christmas 2021. I did not know at the time it would be his last Christmas.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Working remotely has been a blessing. Zee with me in January 2022 keeping me company next to my computer.<\/p><\/div>\n

This was predicated on our shared end-of-life experience with Jazz in 2013. Although certainly not intentional at the time \u2013 letting go is just so, so difficult when it comes to something you love – but we realized in hindsight the massive effort we undertook to keep Jazz with us, was probably causing him undue stress and pain. My Herculean efforts to prolong his life \u2013 force-feeding him with a syringe, bringing him to the vet for nonstop visits, medications, and so much more over the course of a couple of months had caused him to withdraw from me and it broke my heart. It wasn\u2019t until I came to grips with the fact he was dying and I must let him go, that he was given the peace and dignity he deserved. We did not want to put Zee through that, realizing sometimes it\u2019s kinder to let a pet go sooner, rather than hold on too late, even at the expense of the emotional pain it will cause you.<\/p>\n

But we also did not feel we were at that point. That pact was still elusively floating about, but it wasn\u2019t real. The vet began her examination and while poking about in Zee\u2019s mouth, a rotten tooth fell out! This could explain the drooling and lack of appetite and he was given an antibiotic to deter any spread of infection. They took bloodwork, too, with the conclusion we needed to increase his methimazole dosage. The results also showed the onset of kidney failure, with the prognosis his time with us was limited; maybe another year if we were blessed. If there was anything else, the only way to know would be with a barrage of tests, x-rays, ultrasounds, and more.<\/p>\n

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A favorite image from 2011. How could we allow something we loved so much to suffer? We owed it to our beautiful boy to give him the gift of dignity.<\/p><\/div>\n

The last thing we wanted was for Zee to be in pain, but we were not going to put him through the tests, so we brought him home. And he also had good news during his exam – his heart was strong and his eyes clear. And with his infected tooth gone, he was in much better spirits. I bought some stinky Fancy Feast cat food and a probiotic to stimulate his appetite and it worked. It seemed our little Zee was back.<\/p>\n

And he was. But he also wasn’t. Especially as everything was so deceiving. Sometimes he would eat less, but then he\u2019d have an appetite again. Sometimes he would hibernate in the guest bedroom for his daily naps, then we\u2019d find him back on the couch, snuggling with Zoey and Mia during the day, and with Dan and me at night. Sometimes he\u2019d even come into bed with us like he used to.<\/p>\n

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Zee seemed to be back on top of the world again after his exam in January.<\/p><\/div>\n

And then life became upside down. I got very sick in February with a prolonged migraine, fever, vomiting, loss of appetite, and sore throat that landed me at an emergency clinic, the pain was so severe. To this day, I\u2019m not fully recovered. Then a few weeks ago, out of nowhere, Kizmet started sneezing, had chest congestion, and stopped eating. We immediately brought him to the vet. He had an upper respiratory infection, and he was given an antibiotic, an appetite-stimulating cream to put in his ears, as well as instructions to nebulize him twice a day, 10 minutes at a time, with a saline solution.<\/p>\n

At that point, it was already too late to stop the train. Zoey caught the virus, then Zee, and eventually all of them. I was a wreck. It was already a special diet for Zee, Jazmine, and Mia, feeding them 3-times a day and corralling them into separate rooms to make sure each was eating their proper food. And the medications. Zee, Kizmet, Rolz, Shadow, Jazmine, and Mia were relatively easy, but Zoey and Peanut were a bloody nightmare (for Dan and me) to manage. Then there was the nebulizer \u2013 each of them had to be done, twice a day, and Zee had also long since been unable to properly groom himself, so I was combing him after every meal to keep him clean and mat-free care, even gently bathing him on occasion, so care was around the clock.<\/p>\n

I was also obsessively washing towels, bedding, and food and water dishes and cleaning litter boxes to prevent germs from spreading further. During this, Zee stopped eating one morning so I immediately dropped everything and went to the grocery store, frantic, to buy him anything to spark his appetite \u2013 baby food, special canned cat food, turkey lunch meat, etc. He ate a tiny bit, but I knew it wasn\u2019t enough and by now, already frazzled, and exhausted, I was in desperate, panic mode. His drooling became worse and that evening, we saw him pawing at his jaw when trying to eat, so we scheduled an emergency trip to the vet for the next day, which was Wednesday, March 16. It\u2019s one thing to not want to subject your beloved senior pet to a litany of tests, but it\u2019s another to allow them to suffer, so we had to know if there was anything we could do to help him.<\/p>\n

Before I move on, I must let it be known we love our vet and their staff. They\u2019ve been so kind to us over the years and when they saw Zee, I know how hard it was for them to break the news to us. They said out loud what I feared to think but was embedded in the back of my mind \u2013 Zee had bone cancer and there was nothing that could be done. They explained that even had we found out during his exam in January, the prognosis would be the same. The only difference is we would have subjected him to an onslaught of treatments that more than likely would have compromised the bond we had with him, only to give him a few extra months if that.<\/p>\n

Dan and I broke into tears. We knew what had to be done, but it wasn\u2019t going to be that day. It couldn\u2019t be.<\/em> Despite not being surprised, as it was in the back of both our minds, it was still shocking, and we needed to process the reality. We asked if we could bring him home. We needed to say goodbyes on our terms if we could. The vet was very kind and gentle. She gave Zee acupuncture and fluids, showing us how to administrate fluids to Zee at home. She also prescribed pain medication for him, and basically told us to go home and love him, but that we could not prolong the goodbyes for too long, or it would be painful for him.<\/p>\n

We didn\u2019t know how long we had. It could be a day, a couple of days, a week, or more. And picking a time and day is an incomprehensible amount of responsibility when it comes to something you love, especially when your mind is in a surreal, blur of sadness, denial, and shock. Life can often be misleading, and cruel, too, playing tricks with your mind. Zee came home and was ravenous! The pain medication seemed to make it easier for him to eat and he went from bowl to bowl, gobbling food up.<\/p>\n

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He had difficulty standing, but Zee is gobbling up his food here.<\/p><\/div>\n

He also drank lots of water, used the litter box, and went outside along with our other cats for their nightly backyard adventure, supervised by us in a fenced-in area. Was he better? Did we have more time? Please, please, please let it be so.<\/em> But no. His back legs had suddenly started to give, making it difficult for him to stand and walk. But maybe it was the medication. Our minds were whirling in confusion. Tomorrow would tell more and right now; it was a minute-by-minute situation.<\/p>\n

We gave him another dose of his pain medication which knocked him out and he slept on the couch that night. I stayed with him. He got up during the night and I had to help him to the litter box. Thursday morning, he ate breakfast with the others like he always did, but I had to help hold him up, as his legs would give. But his little face<\/em>. That look he gave me. It was still him. He still had a routine and he still wanted to be a part of things. How could we let go?<\/em><\/p>\n

It was after dinner, again, watching him eat like a trooper, but he had to be held up. Walking and standing were so hard for him and getting to the litterbox was difficult. We knew we had to give him his dignity. Tonight would be our last night with him and Dan would make the appointment with the vet in the morning. We spent every remaining moment, letting him know how much we loved him. His pain medication kept him soundly napping for hours at a stretch and I, again, spent the night on the couch with him. He was napping on the top of the cushions when I fell asleep, and when I woke early in the morning, he had found his way to me, sleeping in the crook of my belly.<\/p>\n

He was so still I nearly thought he was gone, but I saw the brief up-and-down movement of his frail body, letting me know he was still with us. I never wanted to say goodbyes, but I had privately hoped he could have passed in his sleep, rather than having the excruciating burden of being the one to let him go. I stayed with him for a couple of hours in silence. Kizmet was with us, and I pet Zee, telling him how much we loved him and what an amazing cat he was. I told him he would be free from pain soon, and that he would always be in our hearts.<\/p>\n

It was not easy, and it was bittersweet, but Friday the 18th was our gift to Zee, a cat who had brought us immeasurable joy, smiles, and loyalty every day. One last beautiful day devoted to him. He ate breakfast as best he could, he used the litterbox, and he slept most of the day on the couch, surrounded by his fur family. We checked on him constantly, but for the most part, the day was quiet and peaceful, other than the loud heaviness in our hearts. Several times, we wavered, questioning if it was the right time, but we had to stay strong or we would never have the courage to let him go. The appointment was for 4:30 p.m., a time I will never forget. Later in the day, he woke up and we gave him a snack so that he had something in his stomach before we gave him one last dose of pain medication.<\/p>\n

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Mia spent all of Friday napping beside her papa, Zee.<\/p><\/div>\n

He then went to the backdoor as he had done for nearly most of his life and we took him outside, something we normally didn\u2019t do this time of day. But it was his day<\/em>, and anything he wanted was his. It was glorious out – bright and sunny \u2013 birds chirping and flowers in stunning bloom. He would have to stop and rest on occasion, the outing exhausting him, but he went to his favorite spots and chewed on some papyrus plants, sniffed the flowers, and lay down among the foliage soaking in the warmth of the sun. The quiet beauty of the moment will forever be etched in my mind and much as it hurt to know it would never happen again, it was such a lovely moment for him. One of happiness and dignity.<\/p>\n

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Holding Zee for the last time, outside near his beloved patch of papyrus grass.<\/p><\/div>\n

Unable to stop time, we brought him in and had the others say goodbyes. Rather than a carrier, too unbearable to bring home empty, we brought Zee to the vet in a towel. As he always did, he loved the car ride, looking out the window like a curious puppy. We were the last appointment and the vet already had everything set up, with the office empty except for us and a couple of staff members. We asked one last time \u2013 grasping for a Hail Mary \u2013 were we doing the right thing? He was eating. He was alert. It was Zee. But the vet gently, but firmly, let us know this was the kindest thing we could do and that he was shutting down. He was Zee, but not really.<\/em><\/p>\n

Dan held Zee in his lap. I held on to Dan and touched Zee but could not look. My pain and screams were primal, the agony unbearable, but it was ultimately our gift to him, for everything he was to us, and then, just like that, it was over. Not forever over, because he will always be with us. His life is legendary and never could I have imagined when he first came into our lives how profoundly they would change because of him. The love story he shared not only with Dan and me but with Zoey, the mother of his four kittens. And with those kittens, my road to this blog, becoming an advocate for so many cat-related issues, writing my first book, inspired by him and Zoey: The Chronicles of Zee & Zoey \u2013 A Journey of the Extraordinary Ordinary<\/em><\/a>, and then two more books.<\/p>\n

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Zee and Zoey were a true love story.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The book that will forever immortalize Zee.\u00a0 The Chronicles of Zee & Zoey – A Journey of the Extraordinarily Ordinary<\/p><\/div>\n

I\u2019ve made countless friends because of Zee and gone on to have countless memories I never in a million years would have thought possible. And Zee, oh my, what a cat. Our kids would joke that despite some of his more naughty incidents, like knocking candlesticks off our mantel or a bottle of grenadine onto the flooring, smashing into smithereens, Zee could do no wrong, as all we would do is laugh and say, “Oh well, that’s Zee!”<\/em><\/p>\n

And it was Zee. From his gregarious chatter to his obsession with watching mice on videos and bringing stuffed toys to Dan and me, his love of sitting in boxes or empty paper bags or playing “run and seek,” to him becoming a devoted lap cat and so much more. For those that knew him, he was beloved, naughty, or otherwise. He was never a beggar for food like some of our other cats, but was always in the middle of whatever we were doing, especially loving all those that would come to visit over the years, insisting on sitting on their laps (much to their surprise), or on the table when we were sharing a family meal or playing board games.<\/p>\n

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Zee was always, literally in the middle of everything!<\/p><\/div>\n

For those that knew him through my blogging and social media, he was also beloved as I would share pictures of him or stories of his antics. He leaves his beautiful daughters, Peanut and Mia, as well as his sons Rolz and Zeuss Cat, and his soulmate, Zoey, as well as catmates Kizmet, Jazmine, and Shadow who will all miss him. Dan and me \u2013 our hearts will never be the same \u2013 but would we give up what we had with him to avoid the pain? No, never.<\/em> Zee was one of a kind and he will never be forgotten.<\/p>\n

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Zee, our “big goof” as Dan would fondly call him.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee shared some space with Rolz, Peanut, Jazz, Mia, and Zoey.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Even a couple of months ago when I was babysitting my grandson, Zee wanted to be a part of everything, as witnessed by his sitting in the toy box.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee is on the counter with his kids – Mia, Peanut, and Rolz.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee and Kizmet look like they are brothers!<\/p><\/div>\n

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I started going to blogging\/writing conferences in 2011 and Zee always loved the swag I’d bring home!<\/p><\/div>\n

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One of our favorite Zee moments – waking up in the morning to see what gifts he’d leave in our bedroom for us.<\/p><\/div>\n

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A beautiful and stoic moment was captured on the deck last year.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee loved this paper bag tunnel from Dezi & Roo!<\/p><\/div>\n

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There can never be too many cats on a bed. Zee chilling with Kizmet, Mia, and Rolz.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Dan and Zee shared an incredible bond and they were always together.<\/p><\/div>\n

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If Dan wasn’t around, Zee would wait for him in his chair!<\/p><\/div>\n

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This was taken back in 2020 when I really began to understand the gift of time and perspective with Zee.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee had brought this heart and dropped it at my computer one day while I was at work, as he missed me. Zee, your heart will always be with me.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I love you, Zee. So much more than you could ever know. Gone, but never forgotten.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Zee’s final picture. A last tribute to a legendary cat.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When Zee first arrived at our house on November 12, 2005, he was a tiny, fuzzy brown tabby 9-week-old Maine Coon kitten I gave Dan as a housewarming gift when he moved in with me. He joined furmates, Bandit (a dog), and cats Kit, Jazz, and Harley, all long since angels. How he would change […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20631,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1378,1096,1097,1143,1099],"tags":[970,671,1481,5],"class_list":["post-20616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feline-human-bond","category-general-cat-care-and-health","category-multi-cat-home","category-rainbow-bridge","category-the-zee-zoey-cats-and-family","tag-grief","tag-pet-loss","tag-saying-goodbyes","tag-zee"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/zee_9-9-05-3-28-22-2.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20616","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20616"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21029,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20616\/revisions\/21029"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20631"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}