I took Roscoe to the vet this morning. He could barely lift his head and squeak out a meow. It's kind of a long drive to my vet from my house, and I'm actually glad it was because I had a chance to say my goodbye's to my special little boy. I had a feeling this was it.
I called the dr. at 2:30pm to see how he was doing and he said that he tried everything he could think of and Roscoe just isn't responding. He said the jaundice was getting really bad due to the liver impairment. He also said the Roscoe's quality of living had gone. He gave him some pain medication to ease his suffering until he could talk to me.
I decided at 3:30 that it was best to show Roscoe how much fun heaven is with all the other cats and no pain. I juggled the idea of going down their to hold him while he passed, but I just couldn't do it. I want to remember him alive and happy and healthy. My vet is such a fantastic guy, I couldn't thank him enough for going the extra mile.
So to all of you, who took a crying stranger in to your family here and helped him deal with the most emotional roller coaster he's ever been on, I thank you. I couldn't have made it through this without all the prayers. When I could, I had Roscoe on my lap and I would show him your words and occasionally, I would get a meow out of him.
As for you Roscoe, my little boy, I thank god for the day he gave you to me and I wouldn't trade any of the memories we have. You showed me more then I ever thought a little pet could. I just wish I could've saved you from your pain. I hope you look down on me from heaven and know that I loved you and tried everything I could.
Goodbye my little buddy and love always.