Please send us some good thoughts

Winchester said:

After I gave the kids breakfast this morning, Boo hopped up on the kitchen chair. I hung out back here in the compute room, did a few chores, etc. He was fine. When I left the house at 9:30, he was sleeping in the bay window in the living room with his sister. 

I just got home and was talking to Mollipop, who met me on the steps coming up to the living room. We walked out to the kitchen and I started to put dry kibble on plates for their lunch. I was doing the kibble thing and I heard this horrible noise. Turned around and it was Boo. He can't walk, he's pretty much dragging himself around....something happened to his rear right leg and he can't put any weight on that leg at all. He can't walk. I hit the phone right away, called down to the vet and we have a 4:00 appt. The only way that I could even get an appointment for him is to do an emergency appt; otherwise the vet is completely booked for the next month! I already called Rick, man, I hate it when something happens to BooBoo and Rick's not home. Boo is so much Rick's cat and if anything happens to him, I don't know what we'll do. 

Boo can't walk. It's all he can do to even try to lie down at this point. He is just dragging himself along the floor. I don't know if he fell out of the bay window and landed on that leg or if he tried to jump down and hit wrong. I don't know. It's not pretty. He did eat his lunch and he's very alert. But something happened. I should have never left to go shopping this morning.

Please keep Boo in your thoughts. He turned 20 back in February, so he's not a youngster by any stretch. I can't stop crying. Thank you. 

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Winchester said:

Thank you all. Just got back from the vet. Essentially, he's old. He's just old and his body is giving out. He's got a lot of arthritis and his muscle tone in his back end is gone. The vet gave him a shot for pain; that will give him about 72 hours of peace. Rick will be home on Tuesday.....he will have to make that decision. Boo did eat supper, but he was lying on the floor and I kept moving his plate around so that he could reach his food. He ate well, still has a good appetite. But unless we get a flat-out miracle in the next day or two, I don't know. He's in kidney failure. His teeth are simply atrocious (he hasn't had a dental since he was 18, because we're so leery of the anesthesia), he has absolutely no muscle tone in his back legs anymore. It's all gone. He is nothing but skin, bones, and tendons.(Ironically, he's gained 10 ounces since he was at the vet back at the beginning of August; I've been giving him all the food he can possibly eat.) I've been trying to talk to Rick for a few months that I thought it was time, but Rick wouldn't hear it. He was hoping that Boo would pass in his sleep, so he wouldn't have to make the call.

I know it's not my fault. I could have been at work and it still would have happened. I could have been right on the couch and it still would have happened. But I still feel horrible.

Thank you for being there.

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