RIP Junti 2013-2026

We had to put my little cat down. The vet told me it was a miracle she had lasted this long, with the kidney numbers they were seeing. I know they said when I took her in the first time that she could have as little as a week, but I don't think I heard that.

She was doing really well for several days -- eating and playing like her old self -- and then yesterday she just crashed. Last night she cried for about an hour, until I finally got her to go to sleep (cuddled in my arms). After that she was lethargic and almost motionless, all bone under her beautiful coat. When we reached the vet, she only weighed 3 and a half pounds.

We got her when she was a fluffball of a kitten, just seven weeks old. She was meant to be a companion to Jasper, our first cat, who hated her on sight. (Jasper was a year old then.) Eventually they got to like each other enough that they would often sleep cuddled together, though for years they had giant hissing fights. When both of them were younger, they would also play together sometimes, chasing each other around the house and leaping up and down on things. 

They loved the bookshelves in our first house, which had a really high place at the top for them to sleep on, like panthers.

Junti on the High Place

Junti was a beautiful Siamese mix, sable brown with black paws and a face, and the clearest, meanest blue eyes imaginable. Dr. Skull was really her favorite, but sometimes she would deign to sleep on my lap, if the days were cold enough.

She was a good cat. I'm glad she didn't suffer long.

Junti on my Lap

Junti Contemplating the Green Space