I'm not entirely comfortable talking to people about this, but I need to do something with my hands so I want to tell you all the story of Dubs.
Dubs is a 6 year old boy and littermate to my cat, Rudy. Dubs is actually my boyfriend's cat, however we've lived together for almost 5 years so he's one of my best friends too. Dubs has constipation issues and has received enemas twice over the last few months, today, he started to get blocked up again so I took him for another. He was in much better shape than the last two times, and everything was going smoothly when I called at 1pm to check on him.
When I arrived an hour and a half later, he was unresponsive, so he was being kept overnight. I received a phone call a few hours later, saying he had crashed and passed away. My vet thinks he threw a blood clot from stress. Its a freak tragedy.
This whole thing is unreal for me, this isn't actually happening. I know its going to be hard for while, I work with animals and know how this whole process goes. I guess I really just want everyone to know he lived, and that he's a great cat. I won't have anyone to scream at me for food in the morning, lick my feet when I get out of the shower, or knead the pillow next to me while I'm going to sleep.
My boyfriend and I cried together for a long time, he just went to sleep to deal with how awful he feels and that's fine. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do the same. He's the best boy, I'm going to miss him every day for a long time.
Dubs is a 6 year old boy and littermate to my cat, Rudy. Dubs is actually my boyfriend's cat, however we've lived together for almost 5 years so he's one of my best friends too. Dubs has constipation issues and has received enemas twice over the last few months, today, he started to get blocked up again so I took him for another. He was in much better shape than the last two times, and everything was going smoothly when I called at 1pm to check on him.
When I arrived an hour and a half later, he was unresponsive, so he was being kept overnight. I received a phone call a few hours later, saying he had crashed and passed away. My vet thinks he threw a blood clot from stress. Its a freak tragedy.
This whole thing is unreal for me, this isn't actually happening. I know its going to be hard for while, I work with animals and know how this whole process goes. I guess I really just want everyone to know he lived, and that he's a great cat. I won't have anyone to scream at me for food in the morning, lick my feet when I get out of the shower, or knead the pillow next to me while I'm going to sleep.
My boyfriend and I cried together for a long time, he just went to sleep to deal with how awful he feels and that's fine. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do the same. He's the best boy, I'm going to miss him every day for a long time.
