Hi! all,
I am the new kid on the block and I found your forum after losing my cat Tails April 20. I've been a cat mom for over 40 years and no matter how many times I've been through this it never gets any easier.
I found Tails in my front yard eating dried grass about 10 years ago. I saw him as I was leaving for work, started to drive to work, turned around and went back home to feed him. I quickly tossed some dried cat food on the front door step and left for work. I called my husband and said we had a new cat and I would find him a good home. Of course hubby knew the good home would be here and we welcomed a scrawny fluffy black cat. Our kids named him Tails after an anime character.
Tails spent most of his days outside and preferred to sleep in the garage where he had his kitty beds, food, water and litter box. He also had food and water in the house and plenty of places to sleep inside the house. Tails would spend his days outside with brief visits to see his family during the early morning and evening hours.
During his later years he would spend more time with me and loved to sit in my lap while I watched TV at night. Before we headed off to bed he'd want to be let out to the garage where he'd spend the night. I'd try to keep him inside during the cold winter nights but he preferred sleeping in the garage.
Tails was a quiet cat who rarely meowed. He never demanded much from us and loved just hanging out around the house.
Last week I noticed he was sleeping more and not eating much. I called the vet to have him seen this coming Friday. Over the weekend, after I kept inside the house to observe him, I noticed he was having difficulty eating so I made up some chicken gruel and bought him some canned food that I thinned down with water. I tried to feed him both the gruel and canned food and he ate a bit of it. Saturday night Tails looked particularly weak so I upped the feeding schedule of gruel and he perked up by Sunday. I called the vet Monday and got him into the vet Monday morning.
Before Tails was seen by the vet on Monday, we sat in the examining room where I cradled Tails in my arms belly up, and he purred. It was a lovely time as Tails purred loudly and we spent those few minutes bonding as he would look directly into my eyes and purr. I will never forget those lovely moments together as it was a beautiful time as I cradled Tails in my arms like a newborn baby with Tails cuddled against my heart.
The vet did a thorough exam and said Tails had intestinal cancer. I asked if Tails was suffering and the vet said yes. I had Tails put down Monday morning.
I'm doing better and I thank Tails for his trust and love he shared with all of us. Tails spent about 10 years with us and was of an unknown age when he passed. At a good guess he was about 12 years old but we will never know.
Thanks for reading my post.
MA
I am the new kid on the block and I found your forum after losing my cat Tails April 20. I've been a cat mom for over 40 years and no matter how many times I've been through this it never gets any easier.
I found Tails in my front yard eating dried grass about 10 years ago. I saw him as I was leaving for work, started to drive to work, turned around and went back home to feed him. I quickly tossed some dried cat food on the front door step and left for work. I called my husband and said we had a new cat and I would find him a good home. Of course hubby knew the good home would be here and we welcomed a scrawny fluffy black cat. Our kids named him Tails after an anime character.
Tails spent most of his days outside and preferred to sleep in the garage where he had his kitty beds, food, water and litter box. He also had food and water in the house and plenty of places to sleep inside the house. Tails would spend his days outside with brief visits to see his family during the early morning and evening hours.
During his later years he would spend more time with me and loved to sit in my lap while I watched TV at night. Before we headed off to bed he'd want to be let out to the garage where he'd spend the night. I'd try to keep him inside during the cold winter nights but he preferred sleeping in the garage.
Tails was a quiet cat who rarely meowed. He never demanded much from us and loved just hanging out around the house.
Last week I noticed he was sleeping more and not eating much. I called the vet to have him seen this coming Friday. Over the weekend, after I kept inside the house to observe him, I noticed he was having difficulty eating so I made up some chicken gruel and bought him some canned food that I thinned down with water. I tried to feed him both the gruel and canned food and he ate a bit of it. Saturday night Tails looked particularly weak so I upped the feeding schedule of gruel and he perked up by Sunday. I called the vet Monday and got him into the vet Monday morning.
Before Tails was seen by the vet on Monday, we sat in the examining room where I cradled Tails in my arms belly up, and he purred. It was a lovely time as Tails purred loudly and we spent those few minutes bonding as he would look directly into my eyes and purr. I will never forget those lovely moments together as it was a beautiful time as I cradled Tails in my arms like a newborn baby with Tails cuddled against my heart.
The vet did a thorough exam and said Tails had intestinal cancer. I asked if Tails was suffering and the vet said yes. I had Tails put down Monday morning.
I'm doing better and I thank Tails for his trust and love he shared with all of us. Tails spent about 10 years with us and was of an unknown age when he passed. At a good guess he was about 12 years old but we will never know.
Thanks for reading my post.
MA
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