Tomorrow will be 3 months since I lost my baby boy. He was a old boy with a kittens playful heart. Domi was 17 1/2 years old when I saw that he was suddenly not himself. He was diagnosed with mild pancreatitis Sept 2013 and he was such a good boy taking his pills and eating his special yummy food. We lost his brother January 24, 2013 and to help him with his loss, he became my baby. I introduced him to outdoor walks on a leash and daily car rides in the summertime. He just loved it. I believe that he enjoyed being Mommas only cat and having me all to himself. We both helped each other grieve after the loss of Zetsy that year and I love him so much for that. He acted like a dog when he wanted to go for walks. Lol. He was meow and run to his leash and scratch on the door; at 5am. Lol. He was losing weight but that was from all the exercise and spcl kidney food he was on; it never worried me. One weekend in April, he started acting like a different cat, not my Domi. As I couldn't take him to an emergency vet, I lay down with him and kept him calm. He cuddled next to me but didn't want me to touch him. He couldn't walk well as his back legs were giving out. It broke my heart to see my baby like this but I tried my best to keep him comfortable. Finally, on April 7 at 8am I took him to his vets and waited to see the doctor. I believe that Domi had a stroke in his cage on the way to the vets because he had no life left in his eyes. It wasn't my baby looking at me; he had a blank look in his eyes. But when I cuddled him, he let me and pushed against me, showing me his love till the very end. I could never see my baby in pain and told him he could go to sleep now. It was time for him to rest and find his brother Zetsy to play with across the bridge. I know we will be reunited when my time comes and I can't wait to cuddle with them both again.
My love will never fade for you both