
Yesterday, despite ongoing care with subcutaneous fluids and medications, Sabrina started displaying the same symptoms, inability to maintain hydration and peeing all over the house, that she had about a week ago, before her aggressive treatment in the animal hospital.

We took her to the Emergency Animal Clinic to have her seen and decided that it was time to put her to sleep. We spent some time with her, picked out private cremation and settled the bill. Sabrina always hated medications. Although she wasn't so bad with injections, she was a little terror when it came to giving her pills and liquids by mouth. Ironically, the first time she was injected, the catheter was not set properly, probably because she had just had catheters in her front legs last week, and she didn't immidiately pass away. A catheter was inserted in her rear leg, then the medications were readministered. After a couple of involuntary breaths, Sabrina's eyes went dim and she was gone.
Sabrina was sptifire of a cat. What she lacked in stature, she made up for in love and attitude. My mom and I picked her out at the Humane Society in Tucson during my second year in Graduate school, about a year after I got Pumpkin.

Sabrina was a shy kitty there, but quickly became outgoing and vocal at home. She talked to me often, loved to be petted, if not held, and liked to play fetch with cat toys and rubberbands. Sabrina was never close with the other cats. When we first brought Vixen and Zeus home, Pumpkin hissed at her, like it was her fault that she brought these other black cats in. Sabrina just hissed back and things settled down. However, Sabrina did get along with our dog, Eddie, and could be spotted rubbing up against him.
Sabrina was also always mischievious around water. She prefered either moving water or mine. Every morning when I came out of the shower, Sabrina would be sitting on the air purifier and would meow until I let her groom my hair. When I had fish tanks, she would lick water off the top. The fish would swim up, thinking they were being fed, and bounce off her tongue. Sabrina also had a habit of knocking over my water cups to drink from them. A large part of why I left graduate school after I finished my Master's degree was that she knocked a Big Gulp of water into my laptop trying to get a drink and destroyed 2 years of class notes that weren't backed up. Although I had already taken one Prelim exam in Criminology, I still had one more to go in Organizations and had no notes from which to study. I tried and failed the exam. I decided to leave graduate school rather than continue to pursue a Doctorate

because I didn't want to be a Professor and I didn't want to retake the classes to regenerate my notes to study for the exam again. When we ordered our theater seats for the livingroom, we made sure to get cupholders, not only for convenience, but also for just the situation pictured here. In the bedroom, we use water bottles instead of glasses on the night tables so that when Sabrina knocked them over, they wouldn't spill. In retrospect, this behavior was probably an early sign of her kidney troubles, which would lead to Chronic Renal Failure and ulitmately her death.
We love Sabrina and will miss her deeply for a long time to come.
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