Little Edie is gone. She fought very hard but I believe her immune system had been compromised from her early life, when someone abandoned her and her brother Cinclare to the elements. We agreed to an autopsy in the hope that the vets and students will learn from her and it could help other cats--her legacy.
They would not let us stay in the room while she was put to sleep. The vet and assistant were gowned, gloved, masked. All of these precautions. It was very hard not to be there. I wanted to hold her while she went. But I understood. They are still afraid of the TB. I think that is very very unlikely, but I understood. Even if it was hard. They gave her a sedative injection and left us alone with her to say goodbye.
I keep thinking of a line Lillian Gish's character has in "Night of the Hunter": "It's a hard world for little things."
Somehow the other animals here know. They are subdued. Hattie has been licking at tears, the dear girl. There must be a lower frequency where they all share information, and where they converse in their own way about all the goings-on at Grey Gardens LA. Somehow this reassures.
Brave Little Edie, we miss you to pieces sweet girl.