My Mum's cat died yesterday. He had been attacked nearly 2 weeks ago by we know not what. The vet found a wound, stiched and treated it. Unfortunately, he missed another wound.
Machiek had 2 stays at the vet. The second stay included an IV drip as, although he was drinking vast amounts of water, he was still dehydrated. He would eat nothing. On Sunday he was home - weak still but walking around, drinking and nibbling at his food. We called Mum from our weekend away and she said he seemed much better.
I called her once we'd landed back in London. She was distraught and in tears saying that her precious cat had died an hour before.
For the first time, he had eaten on his own, and had gone to the litter tray. However, on stepping out of the tray he toppled over onto his side and couldn't get up.
She picked him up and laid him on the sofa. She sat with him all afternoon, holding his paw and taling to him. He talked back, whimpering and mewing gently. He was never a 'cuddly' cat, but he laid his head on her hand and just gazed at her.
At about 5.30 in the afternoon, his breathing became laboured and he struggled for breath. He died soon after.
We came back, and Machiek was still on the sofa. HE looked like he was asleep. We all kissed him and said goodbye. Even my 6 foot 3, hard-man brother was in tears.
Machiek was buried in the garden this morning. We will each chose a plant special to us to remember him by, and my Mother will plant it above him.
I have emailed her the Rainbow Bridge story.
I needed to write this, for myself, for my Mother but most of all for Machiek, a cat who came into our lives from out of the blue, and left, taking a piece of our hearts with him.
Machiek had 2 stays at the vet. The second stay included an IV drip as, although he was drinking vast amounts of water, he was still dehydrated. He would eat nothing. On Sunday he was home - weak still but walking around, drinking and nibbling at his food. We called Mum from our weekend away and she said he seemed much better.
I called her once we'd landed back in London. She was distraught and in tears saying that her precious cat had died an hour before.
For the first time, he had eaten on his own, and had gone to the litter tray. However, on stepping out of the tray he toppled over onto his side and couldn't get up.
She picked him up and laid him on the sofa. She sat with him all afternoon, holding his paw and taling to him. He talked back, whimpering and mewing gently. He was never a 'cuddly' cat, but he laid his head on her hand and just gazed at her.
At about 5.30 in the afternoon, his breathing became laboured and he struggled for breath. He died soon after.
We came back, and Machiek was still on the sofa. HE looked like he was asleep. We all kissed him and said goodbye. Even my 6 foot 3, hard-man brother was in tears.
Machiek was buried in the garden this morning. We will each chose a plant special to us to remember him by, and my Mother will plant it above him.
I have emailed her the Rainbow Bridge story.
I needed to write this, for myself, for my Mother but most of all for Machiek, a cat who came into our lives from out of the blue, and left, taking a piece of our hearts with him.
