This post is about my sister's cat.
Last night around 12:30am my sister got up to use the bathroom. A few minutes later he husband got up too. Baby Philo was doing his usual dance around her husbands feet. Baby Philo got back into bed snuggled up with my sister, let out a cry and died. He was 7 years old. No warning, no symptoms, just a cry and he was gone. Her husband tried to do CPR, but it did not work. He leaves behind a 21 year old sister, a 7 year old brother and a large goofy 3 year old dog.
We are a family of furbabies so this is not the first time we experienced a death in the family.
My sister found Baby Philo in September of 2000. He was about 4 weeks old. She bottle fed him, helped him pee and poo, and raised him like he was her baby. She had just adopted a stay 2 month before, so now she had 2 boys only 2 months apart in age. He was the smallest little thing and then he became the biggest cat in the family. His tail was so long, I called him a lemur. If you went into the bathroom he would jump on the counter to get brushed. Actually he would be goofy in the sink until you brushed him. He would drool in my sisters hair and try to make a home in long hair, just like when he was a baby.
I still can not understand why he is gone. It is so sad and tragic. I consoled my sister for 2 hours last night. I reassured her that she was not to blame. It happened too sudden and there was nothing more that she could have done. I did not say and would never say that a trip to the dr could have prevented this, maybe. Her boy Boe was put to rest after a 5 year battle with feline sarcoma. She feels that the vet let her down. Boe had so much cancer and tissue removed that he had a permanent hole in his back. He lived for a year with a bandage around his shoulders and back. She does not trust vets or immunization, so she did not have her Baby Philo to a vet in over 4 years. I am not blaming her. I am writing this so that if other mommies have not taken their furbabies to the vet, to do it NOW! There are so many possibilities as to what could have cause Baby Philo's death and perhaps a visit to the vet could have helped him.
Baby Philo we will miss you and love you. I will miss your goofy sink time and your Baxter (dog) will miss kissing you.
Last night around 12:30am my sister got up to use the bathroom. A few minutes later he husband got up too. Baby Philo was doing his usual dance around her husbands feet. Baby Philo got back into bed snuggled up with my sister, let out a cry and died. He was 7 years old. No warning, no symptoms, just a cry and he was gone. Her husband tried to do CPR, but it did not work. He leaves behind a 21 year old sister, a 7 year old brother and a large goofy 3 year old dog.
We are a family of furbabies so this is not the first time we experienced a death in the family.
My sister found Baby Philo in September of 2000. He was about 4 weeks old. She bottle fed him, helped him pee and poo, and raised him like he was her baby. She had just adopted a stay 2 month before, so now she had 2 boys only 2 months apart in age. He was the smallest little thing and then he became the biggest cat in the family. His tail was so long, I called him a lemur. If you went into the bathroom he would jump on the counter to get brushed. Actually he would be goofy in the sink until you brushed him. He would drool in my sisters hair and try to make a home in long hair, just like when he was a baby.
I still can not understand why he is gone. It is so sad and tragic. I consoled my sister for 2 hours last night. I reassured her that she was not to blame. It happened too sudden and there was nothing more that she could have done. I did not say and would never say that a trip to the dr could have prevented this, maybe. Her boy Boe was put to rest after a 5 year battle with feline sarcoma. She feels that the vet let her down. Boe had so much cancer and tissue removed that he had a permanent hole in his back. He lived for a year with a bandage around his shoulders and back. She does not trust vets or immunization, so she did not have her Baby Philo to a vet in over 4 years. I am not blaming her. I am writing this so that if other mommies have not taken their furbabies to the vet, to do it NOW! There are so many possibilities as to what could have cause Baby Philo's death and perhaps a visit to the vet could have helped him.
Baby Philo we will miss you and love you. I will miss your goofy sink time and your Baxter (dog) will miss kissing you.