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Diesel crossed the rainbow bridge on Tuesday after being diagnosed with a mass on his kidney. Lymphoma.
I had my kitty since I was 9 years old from a vet. I remember the day he showed me the photo of him. I was so excited. The day I met him he got spooked right after I picked him up. He jumped over my shoulder and ran down my back with all his claws out. My mom looked at me and asked if I still wanted him. I nodded my head with pain all over my face. We took him home that night. 13 years have passed since the day I got him. 13 years of him being completely babied and spoiled. We moved around a lot throughout the years but he always was fine with it as long as he had me and my stuff. He loved every computer chair I ever had. He was a great cat. A wonderful and loyal kitty. Often acting more like a dog by following me everywhere in the house and waiting at the door for me to come home. He knew he was an extremely pretty boy and I often reminded him that too. He was always there when I needed him. We bonded so much through the years!
When I took him to the vet after days and days of force feeding him and watching him get weaker. I had to get financial aid before I went but I got it. The vet did the physical exam. Showed us that he weighed 3.90 kg. He lost so much weight through not eating. He lost Muscle mass. His eyes were sunken from dehydration even though we had thought he was drinking a sufficient amount. I couldn't believe the growl that came out of him when she touched the mass. It hurt him so much. I knew then that things were extremely bad. the vet told us every option we could do but chances were that none of them would help him. His condition was fragile. I decided then that I would have to let my baby go. It will be difficult to get over losing him but I know it was the best decision to euthanize him. I couldn't let my baby suffer anymore.
I find myself still so emotional over my loss. I keep thinking he'll jump up on me while I'm here at the computer or he'll be at the door waiting for me to come home.
Here's a picture of him. It's one of my favorites of him.
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I had my kitty since I was 9 years old from a vet. I remember the day he showed me the photo of him. I was so excited. The day I met him he got spooked right after I picked him up. He jumped over my shoulder and ran down my back with all his claws out. My mom looked at me and asked if I still wanted him. I nodded my head with pain all over my face. We took him home that night. 13 years have passed since the day I got him. 13 years of him being completely babied and spoiled. We moved around a lot throughout the years but he always was fine with it as long as he had me and my stuff. He loved every computer chair I ever had. He was a great cat. A wonderful and loyal kitty. Often acting more like a dog by following me everywhere in the house and waiting at the door for me to come home. He knew he was an extremely pretty boy and I often reminded him that too. He was always there when I needed him. We bonded so much through the years!
When I took him to the vet after days and days of force feeding him and watching him get weaker. I had to get financial aid before I went but I got it. The vet did the physical exam. Showed us that he weighed 3.90 kg. He lost so much weight through not eating. He lost Muscle mass. His eyes were sunken from dehydration even though we had thought he was drinking a sufficient amount. I couldn't believe the growl that came out of him when she touched the mass. It hurt him so much. I knew then that things were extremely bad. the vet told us every option we could do but chances were that none of them would help him. His condition was fragile. I decided then that I would have to let my baby go. It will be difficult to get over losing him but I know it was the best decision to euthanize him. I couldn't let my baby suffer anymore.
I find myself still so emotional over my loss. I keep thinking he'll jump up on me while I'm here at the computer or he'll be at the door waiting for me to come home.
Here's a picture of him. It's one of my favorites of him.
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