Thank you all. If you don't mind, I'm going to tell a story. It might be a little long so don't feel you have to read it.
A woman my Mom and I know breeds and raises Persians. We've received a few of her "free" ones before. They usually have something wrong with them. Like Honey, she has an extra nipple (unbreed-able), Boy is always stuffy (unbreed-able), Squeeky is old and unbreed-able.
Anyway, this lady calls my Mom and tells her she has this boy Persian that she cannot breed as he only has one testicle (the other didn't drop). She told Mom that he's some Chocolate tabby bi-colored something-or-other. Supposedly so rare there was only 3 of his coloring in the world. So, we went to look at this rare Persian. We walked into her house and in a big cage I saw this half naked Persian looking down its nose at everyone. She said "I want you to meet Ramses. So named after the God who had a ton of children." She walks over and pulls out this giant cat (who still was looking down his nose). She put him on her counter and I walked over to him. I took one look at those huge dark golden eyes and fell in love. He looked at me and saw "slave and sucker". LOL
Mom said she would take him but I'm the one who ended up with him. He was sexually frustrated so we got him altered. He never did purr. He would lay on my leg and look at me. Everyday I could see the love shining out of those large golden eyes. I started calling him Ramsey and Rams instead of Ramses. I groomed him every Spring and Winter and he didn't care much for it.
Anyway, last week he looked tired. Didn't think much of it. Around Friday he stopped eating. Late Friday night he started meowing really oddly. My husband had our car at work, I had no way to get him anywhere let alone the funds. I groomed him, called the er vets, forced pedelite (sp) into him, forced some food. He was anemic but started to get some coloring back. Come Saturday morning I felt he would be leaving us. He'd have convultions and I'd sit and pet him and cry and tell him to just let go. He purred and I wept harder. My Mom finally called and told me she'd help pay for the er vet and I took Rams in. We had to leave him as he was so dehydrated they couldn't get blood. When they finally did, his red blood count was 5.6, his blood sugar was through the floor. We left him at 3:00 p.m and he passed during a convultion at 3:45 pm. They tried to revive and couldn't. She still thinks there was more going on but stopped tests when my Big Man passed.
I hope there's a computer desk at the Bidge for him. He always loved sleeping by my computer. I know he's happy, whole and loved at the Bridge but I sure do miss him. I was thinking of those eyes last night and wept. I look at where he used to sleep and my heart feels empty.
We brought him home and buried him here so I can visit him whenever. I miss him and can't wait to see him again.
RIP Big Man.