On sunday, my beloved cat died. I just started college this year ( I am only 18) and I missed him terribly being 4 hours away from home. I came home once to visit in the middle of september, and there he was waiting for me. He looked perfectly fine, his normal grumpy yet cheery self.
I came home this weekend, and my parents told me in the car that he was very ill, and has been for a week or so. They didnt tell me bc they didnt want to worry me, and they know how much I loved him. When I saw him on friday, he looked so sad. He wasnt eating ( and boy did he ever LOVE to eat), and was drinking water, but was having a hard time swalloing it. But yet, he still did things that were normal-- like laying under the table when we ate dinner, so we would rub him with our feet.
I couldnt bring myself to put him down, bc hed have good and bad moments, and I hoped he would get better. (he had seen the vet and been given medication) saturday night he was really bad, and we decided then that the next day wed drive him to the animal hospital bc his breathing was irregular.
The vet told us that she would make him better and that his sugar was very high, and that could be the reason he refused food and was so lethargic. ( we were afraid to give him his insulin with no food in him, hes been a diabetic for 3 years). So we were hopeful, and went to see him one last time before we left. When I saw him, he had his typical grumpy face on-- that face he gets when we always bring him to the vet. not stressed, but an annoyed look, that look " im going to get back at you for bringing me here!". that face made me so happy , bc it was better than the tired/sick face i had seen all weekend. So I kissed him, told him to be a good boy and left.
He died later that night. We never found out what exactly was wrong with him (maybe a mirage of things decided to attack him at once), but he died bc of fluid in his lungs. They were giving him meds to alleviate the fluid, and he was in an oxygen cage, but I guess it was too much. The vet did call to tell us that his breathing was very labored, and to ask us if we wanted to put him down. We agreed yes, but as we told her this, he died on his own. So in the end, he chose to be his usual stubborn self and do things his way.
I miss him terribly. EVen though I am now back in college, and am not at home, where I lived with him for 13 years, I still miss him.
I came home this weekend, and my parents told me in the car that he was very ill, and has been for a week or so. They didnt tell me bc they didnt want to worry me, and they know how much I loved him. When I saw him on friday, he looked so sad. He wasnt eating ( and boy did he ever LOVE to eat), and was drinking water, but was having a hard time swalloing it. But yet, he still did things that were normal-- like laying under the table when we ate dinner, so we would rub him with our feet.
I couldnt bring myself to put him down, bc hed have good and bad moments, and I hoped he would get better. (he had seen the vet and been given medication) saturday night he was really bad, and we decided then that the next day wed drive him to the animal hospital bc his breathing was irregular.
The vet told us that she would make him better and that his sugar was very high, and that could be the reason he refused food and was so lethargic. ( we were afraid to give him his insulin with no food in him, hes been a diabetic for 3 years). So we were hopeful, and went to see him one last time before we left. When I saw him, he had his typical grumpy face on-- that face he gets when we always bring him to the vet. not stressed, but an annoyed look, that look " im going to get back at you for bringing me here!". that face made me so happy , bc it was better than the tired/sick face i had seen all weekend. So I kissed him, told him to be a good boy and left.
He died later that night. We never found out what exactly was wrong with him (maybe a mirage of things decided to attack him at once), but he died bc of fluid in his lungs. They were giving him meds to alleviate the fluid, and he was in an oxygen cage, but I guess it was too much. The vet did call to tell us that his breathing was very labored, and to ask us if we wanted to put him down. We agreed yes, but as we told her this, he died on his own. So in the end, he chose to be his usual stubborn self and do things his way.
I miss him terribly. EVen though I am now back in college, and am not at home, where I lived with him for 13 years, I still miss him.
