It was early in 2003. I already had two cats and I didn't want another, but my friend was being deployed to Iraq and she didn't have anyone else who could take Tre. I grudgingly accepted and Tre came into my life. When my friend returned from Iraq, circumstances in her life prevented her from taking him back. I knew from the paperwork she had given me that Tre had come to live with her from another friend who had developed allergies. Before that, he had been in a shelter, presumably dropped off there by another family. Given that rough start, I decided that I was going to be the last home he ever had and make him mine for good.
Since he came into my life, Tre has been attached to me nearly every waking moment. He always wanted to be on my lap or on top of the bed beside me. Even in the Summer months when the rest of the kitties want to be as far away from my body heat as possible, Tre would climb into bed when I did, and lie there kneading the sheets while I stroked him. In 2008, my vet noticed that his pupils were fully dilated and did a full workup to discover what was wrong. It turned out that he had high blood pressure and the pressure had detached his retinas, making him nearly blind. Since then, he's been on arthritis and blood pressure medication. I put steps next to the bed so that he could climb up easily, and instead of jumping up on my lap, he would sit next to my chair and cry for me to pick him up.
Last night, Tre sat beside me on the couch and followed me to bed as usual. I petted him a little when he climbed up and then fell asleep quickly. This morning, when I woke up, I heard a strange clicking noise every few seconds. I thought it was one of the cats playing with something. When I looked over, I saw Tre lying on his side making the noises. He was nearly unresponsive to my touch, so I picked him up and put him in the carrier. He struggled a little when I put him in, so I hoped that was a good sign. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the vet, he had already passed. The vet attempted some compressions, but my little buddy was gone. She thinks it was either a massive stroke or a heart attack.
The vet tech made an imprint of his front paw in some soft clay which I can bake and keep as a permanent reminder. They put him in nice little box and when I get the chance, I'm going to take him and bury him in my parents' back yard. They buried their dog Toby there a few years ago, so I'm going to bury Tre beside him.
He was a feisty guy right up until the end. On Sunday night, he was wrestling with Tiny, who was his favorite partner to scrap with. It made for some great comedy when Tiny walked away, but Tre just kept swinging at the spot where she had been. Tiny still has a little cut on her cheek from a match not long ago. You will be missed, Tre. And not just by me. The other kitties will miss you as well.
This is one of the last photos I have of Tre. He's playing with a catnip banana I got him for Christmas.
This was his favorite place in the whole world. He would sit on my lap for hours if I would let him.
I put some of my favorite pictures of Tre in an album to remember him by.
http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv326/Grogs1234/Tre/
Since he came into my life, Tre has been attached to me nearly every waking moment. He always wanted to be on my lap or on top of the bed beside me. Even in the Summer months when the rest of the kitties want to be as far away from my body heat as possible, Tre would climb into bed when I did, and lie there kneading the sheets while I stroked him. In 2008, my vet noticed that his pupils were fully dilated and did a full workup to discover what was wrong. It turned out that he had high blood pressure and the pressure had detached his retinas, making him nearly blind. Since then, he's been on arthritis and blood pressure medication. I put steps next to the bed so that he could climb up easily, and instead of jumping up on my lap, he would sit next to my chair and cry for me to pick him up.
Last night, Tre sat beside me on the couch and followed me to bed as usual. I petted him a little when he climbed up and then fell asleep quickly. This morning, when I woke up, I heard a strange clicking noise every few seconds. I thought it was one of the cats playing with something. When I looked over, I saw Tre lying on his side making the noises. He was nearly unresponsive to my touch, so I picked him up and put him in the carrier. He struggled a little when I put him in, so I hoped that was a good sign. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the vet, he had already passed. The vet attempted some compressions, but my little buddy was gone. She thinks it was either a massive stroke or a heart attack.
The vet tech made an imprint of his front paw in some soft clay which I can bake and keep as a permanent reminder. They put him in nice little box and when I get the chance, I'm going to take him and bury him in my parents' back yard. They buried their dog Toby there a few years ago, so I'm going to bury Tre beside him.
He was a feisty guy right up until the end. On Sunday night, he was wrestling with Tiny, who was his favorite partner to scrap with. It made for some great comedy when Tiny walked away, but Tre just kept swinging at the spot where she had been. Tiny still has a little cut on her cheek from a match not long ago. You will be missed, Tre. And not just by me. The other kitties will miss you as well.
This is one of the last photos I have of Tre. He's playing with a catnip banana I got him for Christmas.
This was his favorite place in the whole world. He would sit on my lap for hours if I would let him.
I put some of my favorite pictures of Tre in an album to remember him by.
http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv326/Grogs1234/Tre/
