The following month was like we were wading through hardening cement. Pumpkin was shattered to pieces by the loss of Beany, they'd been nearly inseparable since Wolfie died (her daddy). One day, five or six days after Beany died she just stopped eating.
From that point on, for one entire month Pumpkin became a zombie. She wouldn't interact with the others apart from snuggling up to sleep with them.
She wandered around wailing for her smooshie "Beyaaaaaaaneeee" and insisted we had simply taken him from her.
We had to begin force feeding her liquid feed as she was skin and bones rapidly. It's not an experience I liked or ever want to repeat but I know one day I will again.
Because Pum withdrew, Chewie who was already struggling with losing yet another family member (for her she'd lost Socky, Beary & Wolfie) also retreated into her head.
You could see on her face that calculation of "who is next?! Will I be alone again soon?"....
Meals became impossible - Chewie would not take a single bite until everyone else was eating. Not even treats.
It's how it had been for years. Of course, with Pum not eating it meant Chewie quickly picked up a habit of also walking away from her meal.
Days turned to weeks and somehow Pum still held on. Only the cat-gods know how?.
Hearts shatteringly all three showed signs of rapid health decrease after losing Beany.
Eggy had flare up after flare up of asthma attacks, her LRI and URI causing immense worry. Sometimes she choked while simply drinking [something I've actually started doing myself now?!], sometimes she'd been too tired from breathing to even move and needed help to the litter box.
Everything suddenly became this surreal existence of get up, spend 6+ hours doing anything to get the three cats to eat, clean up, hold on to them and listen to CD's to while away the hours - rush in to do orders and answer horrendously rude emails as politely as possible while both just wishing we were free to spend whatever time left with them - fearing that SOMETHING was imminent and we just hoped to cat-gods we were wrong.
Everything of course was still only weeks after Beany passed suddenly.
We thought we'd turned a corner with Pum. One day she suddenly looked a lot perkier.
Willingly slurped at the teaspoon of liquid feed and managed to take down half a bowl in one meal.
Unfortunately she died one month and 5 days after Beany.