Last Monday night, April 18, 2011, we had to send Marmalade back to the angels. We found out the week before that she had cancer. She had lost a lot of weight and stopped eating. That was a huge red flag since she LOVED to eat. We took her to the vet, and they determined that it wasn’t a kidney problem or hyperthyroidism, but lymphoma. We could have tried chemo, but she was 15 years old and we didn’t want her to suffer through that for a few more months with us.
I’m not sure I can put into words what Marmalade meant to me, but I will try. She was my best friend, confidant and all around bosom buddy. She was with me every step of the way over the past 15 years. We got Marmalade when she was a kitten. From day one, she had a personality like no other. She was sassy, feisty and could be downright mean at times. She did what she wanted when she wanted. On the flip side, she was also sweet, caring and the most tender-hearted cat ever. She always knew when I was sad or upset and would sit with me until I felt better. She loved to be held (when she wanted) and rocked; it was our special time – “Marmy & Me” time. We would sit and hug for 20 minutes at a time. Then she would bite me and let me know she was done!
You could pet her head, but not her back. She loved to sit in boxes – she could fit in any box no matter the size. She had an incredibly short tail for being such a big cat. She loved to play with ice cubes. I was the only person who could pick her up. She had more nicknames than anyone I know – Marmy, Lou Lou, Louie, Marm, Stinky, Sweet Marmy, Marm-O, Stinky Marmy, Lou Dog, Lou Lou Belle, Big Girl, Stink, Stink-O, Big Stuff, The Lou – just to name a few.