My heart is broken and will never be whole again.
First, Ulysses got out last week and hasn't come back. Then we had to euthanize Coal yesterday, due to FIP.
Arthur had what we thought was a cold, and was on antibiotics for 5 days, but was not getting better. We took him to the vet this AM for some bloodwork and to see what they could do to help him.
He had FIP as well.
X-rays showed fluid filling one of his lungs and starting to fill the other. He was struggling to breathe and very obviously in distress. We made the hardest decision I've ever had to make, to euthanize him.
I love all my cats, each and every one of them. But Arthur was truly such a special, special boy. He was born with cerebellar hypoplasia and could not walk; however, he "flopped" as fast as other cats could walk and was better at using the litterbox than some non-handicapped cats I know (meaningful stare at Nefertiti). He had the most awesome personality and made friends everywhere he went, with people and other animals alike. Everyone who knew Arthur fell in love with him. He was such a wonderful, special delight of a cat.
Tybalt petted his head and I stroked his paw while he drifted off. I had learned when he was a very little kitten that stroking his paw with my thumb was one of the few things that could calm him when he became startled or upset. I only hope it eased his passing, knowing his Mom was there.
I never imagined I would ever lose three cats in a week. To say I am devastated falls so short of the pain and emptiness I feel. Something in me has broken, and I don't know that it can ever be healed.
RIP Arthur, my little man, my Artorius. You were the bravest cat I have ever known. 10/31/04-4/19/06
First, Ulysses got out last week and hasn't come back. Then we had to euthanize Coal yesterday, due to FIP.
Arthur had what we thought was a cold, and was on antibiotics for 5 days, but was not getting better. We took him to the vet this AM for some bloodwork and to see what they could do to help him.
He had FIP as well.
X-rays showed fluid filling one of his lungs and starting to fill the other. He was struggling to breathe and very obviously in distress. We made the hardest decision I've ever had to make, to euthanize him.
I love all my cats, each and every one of them. But Arthur was truly such a special, special boy. He was born with cerebellar hypoplasia and could not walk; however, he "flopped" as fast as other cats could walk and was better at using the litterbox than some non-handicapped cats I know (meaningful stare at Nefertiti). He had the most awesome personality and made friends everywhere he went, with people and other animals alike. Everyone who knew Arthur fell in love with him. He was such a wonderful, special delight of a cat.
Tybalt petted his head and I stroked his paw while he drifted off. I had learned when he was a very little kitten that stroking his paw with my thumb was one of the few things that could calm him when he became startled or upset. I only hope it eased his passing, knowing his Mom was there.
I never imagined I would ever lose three cats in a week. To say I am devastated falls so short of the pain and emptiness I feel. Something in me has broken, and I don't know that it can ever be healed.
RIP Arthur, my little man, my Artorius. You were the bravest cat I have ever known. 10/31/04-4/19/06