Chewie took the loss of Pum and Beany so close togeher the hardest... she couldn't bear the loss of so many family members over the years.
She was the last one standing from (the first generation) Beary, Puppy and herself... Then Wolfie and Pum came in 2012 when Puppy died. Wolfie died in 2016... just two short years after Beany & Eggy joined the family too. But now here we were again losing family - Beany and Pum. Chewie adored Eggy obviously - but was never particularly CLOSE to her as Eggy loved from a distance - except with Pum (Eggy LOVED snuggling with "pretty").
Chewie sent thoughts to me of yearning for more family to coach and... rely on for comfort in her senior years. We struggled for over 9 months before we even lost anyone this year to contact the "most common" rescues to enquire about various cats needing our help but with no luck - It was a little painful as you could see Chewie get her hopes up and then withdraw a little each time we waited to hear back but would be told "sorry - no" or simply never hear back... but she would quickly be back to herself while the others were around her - happy listening to music or helping me draw / write the diary out.
The real troubles started after Beany left to meet Wolfie at Rainbow Bridge as Chewie, Pum AND Eggy all went through a huge withdrawal stage pining for him and regarding mealtimes and hugs as pointless interuptions while he was nowhere to be found within the cabin (yes, that did hurt then and does now to remember it). Thankfully she snapped out of it (or seemed to) and tried to encourage Eggy to eat meals again - although as I recall it now (I am writeing this several months later on 4th November 2019 as I've found it hard to recount it) from then onwards each mealtime became a case of dishing out their favourite pouch or can, having a teaspoon ready to help encourage them to slurp up foods and then making scribbled notes of how much each ate at what times just so we could later check that in one day they had at least eaten X amount. Our hearts were swarmed with pain and sorrow after Beany obviously but when Chewie realised that something was very wrong with Pum she withdraw a little more and was nervous each time Pum left her food. It came down to it where Pum HAD to eat "Something" before Chew would accept even kibble from our hands. As you can imagine, this didn't even occur to us following Pums burial that Chew would then NOT eat because ... that's how things had been for the month since Bean left. She jumped out of the house, climbed (wobble-y?) up to the microwave where she always ate then sat waiting and ... waiting... staring at us as she wondered why we weren't feeding Pum first. I can't quite remember HOW we managed to get her to eat that night, nor the nights following but somehow over the coming weeks we began cooking Chicken, Beef & Lamb for them. When it became apparent that something was getting worse with Chew we didn't really have any form of "help" we could offer her, she was comfortable - happy and content - just ... aged and emotionally scarred from losing everyone. We knew that no help could be sought medically as it was "final stages" and we all know there's only one option there. She wasn't suffering - not that way. There is a post of this stage on our facebook page that even now I can't read without crying through - perhaps head over and read it?