2/9/26: Nyaland

I didn't mean for the break between entries to be so long and I don't want them all to be sad. I've been writing one about Care Bears since December, just some things happened.

My mom likes Disney. She is a "Disney Adult" proudly. She went when she was 3 and it's been her life dream to go back up until 2020 when we finally had the means to. She's gone several times between then and now, with me or my dad or friends or even by herself. It was years before I went back this time, because I'm not the biggest fan. We were going to see my favorite attraction before close: Dinosaur. I'm sad to see it go, but I'm satisfied with the times I got to ride it.

Before we left, we dropped off our cat Nya at the vet. If you read the current index page of the site you've heard of her. She's been sick for years with sinus issues, and she had been eating her fur off for longer than that. We noticed she had lost weight and was eating and drinking more which was the cause for this particular visit, but we thought it might just be old age. They said they wanted to keep her overnight and do some bloodwork. The bloodwork came back and it turns out her blood sugar was FOUR TIMES what it was supposed to be. I'm honestly not sure how she wasn't dead already. They gave her insulin believing her to be diabetic, which did eventually drop her blood sugar but she also wasn't eating. At this point we were gone to Florida. When we got back we visited her of course. My mom brought some of her favorite food and she ate it. We all thought everything was going well and she was going to be fine. In the next days she took a nosedive, becoming inactive and jaundiced. She wouldn't eat or do anything.

On the last day we all visited. they brought us into a small room where our cat was laid out on a metal table with a blanket underneath her. She was breathing but not blinking, just staring. we bent down to where she could see us and said "Nya, it's us. We didn't abandon you!" We pet her for a long time. Her skin was yellow, her body was all bones. She'd move her paws if we touched them, she never liked her paws to be touched. one time she lifted up her head, but quickly put it back down. When we pet her for a while we noticed she was flecking her tail and purring. I believe she knew it was us. Eventually we decided it was time. We called in the vet, he explained it all to us, how it was an overdose of anesthesia, how it wouldn't hurt her, and how fast she would be gone. We all loved on her until the syringe was empty and she quit breathing. Before we left, we covered everything but her head with the blanket.

I really hope she's in peace now. I hope she didn't feel abandoned in her last moments.

Dear Nya: We brought you home in January of 2015 when you were only 9 months old. Your previous owners got rid of you because they were having a baby, but not before declawing both your front and back paws. You were the first cat I ever had. I was so excited that I cried when you didn't want to cuddle in the first few hours you were in our house. We renamed you from Nika to Nya, pronounced Nye-ah, after Nyan Cat. I wanted to dress you up in a poptart costume so bad, but it never happened. I took photos of you and edited them to have a blue sky, clouds, and rainbows. I called it Nyaland. I hope you're somewhere like that.