Ever-living kitty will live on in our hearts. We will miss you, Squeak!


Today Ben and I said good-bye to our cuddly, face-rub loving, "give me attention NOW" kitty, Squeak. She was 22 years old.  As you can imagine it was an incredibly difficult decision to make.  We lovingly called Squeak the energizer kitty because even though she had gone through several potentially life ending diseases over the years, she just kept living strong.

8.5 years ago she was having chronic diarrhea.  The vet said it was either IBS or intestinal cancer.  At the time Squeak was 13 and I wasn't going to put her through chemo-therapy, so the vet suggested a treatment of Prednisone and a special food.  Best prognosis, she had 6 months to live.  Squeak reacted very well to the treatment.  Since then we've gone through a poisoning scare in 2003.  Then hyperthyroidism, which meant having half of it removed in 2006 and eventually radioactive iodine in 2007 to kill the tumor. Unfortunately they zapped too much, so we needed to give her a Synthroid pill. In the Spring of 2009 Squeak started having difficulty walking and in June 2009 we discovered she had diabetes. She needed an insulin shot twice a day.  Again she responded well to the treatment and continued to have a pretty good quality of life.

About a month ago we noticed her walking was getting worse.  Thinking it was the diabetes not being maintained well, we tried a new vet,  Dr. Wendy Simpson at Morrisville Cat Hospital, for a second opinion.  Dr. Wendy is very progressive and recognized several things about Squeak's condition we had not be told about previously.  When we got the blood tests back, Dr. Wendy's report started out with "Here's the things I'm most concerned about..."  followed by a list of 9 things.  None of them were particularly dire on it's own, but the combination of them all were troubling.  One positive from the report was the diabetes was very well maintained.  We decided to try probiotics for the diarrhea and potassium for the weak hind legs.  

So now poor Squeak was on 2 pills, 2 powders mixed in her food and 2 insulin shots a day plus eye ointment twice a day.  Through all these, she still seemed to have a decent quality of life.  When we walked into the room she would get up, walk over to us and beg to be held.  She loved having her face rubbed and would purr so hard you could hear it across the room.  Sadly, the reality was, she was not going to get better.  The potassium and probiotics had not really helped, so there was something more going on.  At her age, even if we had put her through the ultrasound, MRI, biopsies, etc to find out what else was happening, we wouldn't have treated it.  We had a regular check up scheduled for her today, but during the 45 minute drive to the vet, I made the decision it was time to help Squeak be at ease.  I think the folks at the vet must have read it on our faces as we walked in because they escorted us to a room immediately.  Perhaps it was the red eyes and sniffing noses.  Dr. Wendy supported our decision.  She suspects Squeak had lymphoma in her spinal cord.  Squeak probably could have kept on going for many more weeks or months, but to what point?  Just so she would suffer more?  It's so hard when you're emotionally tied to some one to let them go.  And I just hadn't been ready to let go.  Today the logic voice spoke a little bit louder than the emotions voice and I was able to recognize it's time.

There's no question Squeak had a wonderful, LONG life.  Not to mention she was SPOILED beyond reason.  Heating pad, ice cubes in her water, well trained humans to provide for her every desire.  She was dominated by her sister, Boo who passed away 3 years ago.  We're glad Squeak got a chance to enjoy being alpha cat for a few years.  We've had several folks say they would hope to be reincarnated as one of our pets.  It gives me a little comfort knowing I did all that I could to give Squeak a good, no, great life.  And part of that was knowing when to let her go while she still had some dignity.

Good-bye Squeakers
October 12, 2009



My condolences about Squeak. As any cat owner knows, our furry companions are not merely pets, but rather they are family, and as such these passings are a deeply personal and heartfelt loss. But please take some small degree of solace in that it's obvious that Squeak was able to live a very full life in the company of very loving humans.

Hey Cyn and Ben,
I am so very sorry to hear about Squeak. I did not get the email until after midnight your time, but I wanted to let you know how very sorry I am for your loss. If there is anything I can do, or if you just want to talk about it, I am here any time.
My thoughts and love during this difficult time,

Hey Cyn & Ben,

Sorry to hear about Squeak. I know it was a hard decision, but
I believe it was made with the greatest care and compassion.

To Squeak.

Cyn and Ben,

so sorry to hear about Squeak! it sounds like she lived a life that most cats the world over can only dream about. She had loving owners who took care of her and pampered her and gave her a long, full, and happy life. I can only hope we provide Nova the same life that you have with Squeak. It must have been a terribly painful decision, but please take comfort that you did a selfless thing and had the compassion to know when it was her time.

All our love,

Jamie and Angie

Hey Cyn & Ben,
I'm sorry to hear about Squeak. My in-laws are going through the same thing with their dog, who is an amazing 17 years old and has cancer, arthritis, etc. At some point, you have to stop trying to cure their ailments and just help them be as comfortable and happy as possible.

Next time I'm drinking a beer, I'll pour some out for Squeak.


Hi guys,
I am sooo sorry to hear about your loss. I know it must have been hard to let go after 22yr. It is so apparent you took extremely great care of Squeak and she had a wonderful life. If there is anything Chris and I can do for you two, don't hesitate to ask. Hope to see you soon.