Bear with me, I'm new to the Rainbow Bridge...
Boo passed away at the vet's office around 10:15am. He has struggled with being in an outhouse sized backyard breeder's housing, he struggled with bonding with me at first, he struggled with nearly hanging himself at the neck for being so jumpy outside when we first started going when he was 6 months.
Then he fought off the struvite crystals, and the P/U surgery, and the dental, but finally somehow the CRF got a hold of him and Boo had no more fight left in him. So I let him go. He had dropped to 4 pounds. He got up to 12 pounds once when he was healthy. One vet called him "Thrasher" I believe.
Boo was a well mannered cat in all aspects, he didn't want to drop food on the carpet, he didn't want to pee outside of the pan, he didn't want his feet wet with pee nor water and he did not appreciate baths, because when he groomed himself, he groomed himself well. He tried using the toilet just like we did. He drank out of glasses and never out of bowls. He never climbed on furniture unless fleas were getting him on the ground. Never had a problem with him scratching on anything but his scratching stick.
He was bold, fierce, and so sweet... my heart breaks as I put away his things and wonder how I'm going to go on, selfishly, when I get home there will be no one there to greet me in the window or at the door, or begging to go outside, or wanting water from the tub.
I cannot remember what month he was born, but he was 13.5 years old so around 1997, and probably hitting 14 this month. So, 1997-2010.
He always wanted to be near me. In the room with me, around me, he would find me. I am hoping for a dream where he comes to me and tells me he found the bridge and all is well. I told him to go find my Daddy too.
What a cat, is all I can say. My heart is breaking. Boo, you were the toughest cat I've ever met. You never backed down from anything and you weren't scared to even fight a big strong man back when. I remember that. And I will remember you always. Aaaaaaaah, I love you so much. My baby.
Rest in peace.
Boo passed away at the vet's office around 10:15am. He has struggled with being in an outhouse sized backyard breeder's housing, he struggled with bonding with me at first, he struggled with nearly hanging himself at the neck for being so jumpy outside when we first started going when he was 6 months.
Then he fought off the struvite crystals, and the P/U surgery, and the dental, but finally somehow the CRF got a hold of him and Boo had no more fight left in him. So I let him go. He had dropped to 4 pounds. He got up to 12 pounds once when he was healthy. One vet called him "Thrasher" I believe.
Boo was a well mannered cat in all aspects, he didn't want to drop food on the carpet, he didn't want to pee outside of the pan, he didn't want his feet wet with pee nor water and he did not appreciate baths, because when he groomed himself, he groomed himself well. He tried using the toilet just like we did. He drank out of glasses and never out of bowls. He never climbed on furniture unless fleas were getting him on the ground. Never had a problem with him scratching on anything but his scratching stick.
He was bold, fierce, and so sweet... my heart breaks as I put away his things and wonder how I'm going to go on, selfishly, when I get home there will be no one there to greet me in the window or at the door, or begging to go outside, or wanting water from the tub.
I cannot remember what month he was born, but he was 13.5 years old so around 1997, and probably hitting 14 this month. So, 1997-2010.
He always wanted to be near me. In the room with me, around me, he would find me. I am hoping for a dream where he comes to me and tells me he found the bridge and all is well. I told him to go find my Daddy too.
What a cat, is all I can say. My heart is breaking. Boo, you were the toughest cat I've ever met. You never backed down from anything and you weren't scared to even fight a big strong man back when. I remember that. And I will remember you always. Aaaaaaaah, I love you so much. My baby.
Rest in peace.
