When I was 22 Tootsie was born ,10th April 1990. She was the only girl in the litter and the runt. I was there when she as born (her mother was my mates cat) At 8 weeks old I finaly took her home to my house. From the off she was a little minx. She would run up curtains, she would bite, she ruined two sofa's with her scratching, she would regularly pee on any new rug or mat I bought. She was a house cat because I live in a flat and because she totally refused to go out no matter how hard I tried to encourage her. In November last year she was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and congestive heart failure. For the last year i have religiously given her her medication twice a day every day. Not an easy task I can tell you! and patted her chest as a sort of physiotherapy to help ease her congestion. However, last tuesday she went off her food, she totally refused to eat anything but was drinking plenty of water. I took her to the vet and he reckoned it was her kidneys beginning to fail he gave her an injection and told me to come in on Monday morning to have some bloods taken. On Saturday night though she was not looking great and all through Sunday I kept an watchful eye on her but to be honest I knew she was on her way out. This morning I took her to the vet and had to have her put to sleep. She was my best friend for 16 years & 7 months. It's only been a couple of hours since she's gone and I miss her deperately. When we were younger, when I cried she would always jump up and headbutt me and lick away my tears and make me feel better. Today I need her to do that and she's gone. I think I'll miss her most tonight as she always slept on the bed. The house seems very still without her. I'm so sad ......... see you later Toots, I love you.
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11/6/06 at 2:59pm