Polly was pts in the early hours of wednesday. See the post about her death here:
http://www.purrsinourhearts.co.uk/index.php/topic,24805.0.htmlShe had a seizure which was violent and unending, so the final decision was made.
It's very hard coming to terms with her loss and the way she died. I wrote this to try to ameliorate the pain. Sorry it's such awful writing. It may upset.
POLLY’S LAST STAND
Polly raged at death
with the spasms of her limbs kicking and running
away.
She arched herself from him,
disappeared into her mind to
delude him.
Scratched and tore his face,
bit with toothless gums
sharp with canines
again.
Lashed spat and clawed.
Bristled big
bites gnashing and gnashing.
Eyes wide with fury and fear.
Running and running her legs
as she fled
his touch.
Into her mind crawled deeper,
deeper,
an ostriche into sand she hid herself.
Slowly, deliberately, he came
scythe in hand,
closer.
Immune to claws,
not fooled by her paws’ spasms.
He came in dead of night,
feet plod one
plod the other,
unstoppable.
But Polly fought
until the vet
stole her last breath
and sent her home
to Bastet.