I really do not want to be typing this. I can't stop bawling. Noone is sure what happened but its assumed Fatman had a stroke. He won't move, can't walk, won't eat not even milk or tuna juice. His paws are cold and feel damp he just isn't doing well at all. I know there are a few people who were fans of my tubby monster and I felt I should let you know that we don't think he is going to make it too much longer. Chaz and I are trying to make a decision on what to do but it is so hard to make that final choice but I can see in Fatmans eyes what he is telling me and we are both being selfish. We don't want to let go. Fatman is home with us, we made a bed for him with out nice warm flannel sheet and a towel to make is squishy in a carrier with the door off. I have some tuna with juice in a bowl for him in case he gets hungry but he just isn't interested not even in licking the juice off my finger or his lips.
I just don't know what to do right now but I have to share this with all of you. Even Chaz is taking this hard because he has always had a special bond with Fatman and it makes it harder with Chazs birthday being next week. Neither of us are ready to say goodbye...even Hercules and GiGi know there is something wrong they won't leave the cat room taking turns sleeping on top of the carrier.
I don't know what to do. I don't know why I'm typing this now. My head is in a fog and my heart is breaking. I guess maybe I'm looking for support or advice or something from you guys who know where my mind is right now. I just wish I wasn't typing about this and I would rather be looking for flea advice right now. Anything but this. I can't imagine the house without the big boss man. Opening the closet and seeing his fluffy butt, him stealing my pillow at night, stealing food off plates, run when he hears the can opener......I just want my tubby butt back to normal.
I just don't know what to do right now but I have to share this with all of you. Even Chaz is taking this hard because he has always had a special bond with Fatman and it makes it harder with Chazs birthday being next week. Neither of us are ready to say goodbye...even Hercules and GiGi know there is something wrong they won't leave the cat room taking turns sleeping on top of the carrier.
I don't know what to do. I don't know why I'm typing this now. My head is in a fog and my heart is breaking. I guess maybe I'm looking for support or advice or something from you guys who know where my mind is right now. I just wish I wasn't typing about this and I would rather be looking for flea advice right now. Anything but this. I can't imagine the house without the big boss man. Opening the closet and seeing his fluffy butt, him stealing my pillow at night, stealing food off plates, run when he hears the can opener......I just want my tubby butt back to normal.