My friend lost her kitty, Bubbles, yesterday afternoon.
He was sick a month ago, and spend quite a few days at the vets, getting fluids and medication. Bloodwork revealed that he had something wrong with his kidneys. She brought him home, making sure that he got lots of fluids and special food from the vet. He was doing great until she went away to Cuba last week. Her mum said that he didn't eat for a couple of days, and she was just about to call the vet when he started to eat. He seemed fine all week and even when my friend came home on Friday. Yesterday afternoon she gave him some water through an eyedropper (which she'd do to make sure he got enough water). A few minutes later he coughed up some foamy stuff. She picked him up and carried him towards the front door, to rush him to the vet. But she never made it out the door. He died in her arms.
I'm so sad he's gone. I know he's in a place free of pain and suffering, but it's still hard. I've known him since she got him (about 5 years), and we shared an apartment for a year. He was such a lovey kitty, so beautiful.
He loved to clean your hair, and just be with you, sitting beside you or on your lap.
And purrrr... he had such a sweet purrr.
Bubbies sweetie, run free at the Bridge, chase those birds and butterflies and remember how loved you are. Watch over your Meowmy and brother, they really miss your sweet presence.
And I miss you too, sweetie.
Bubbles flying free
He was sick a month ago, and spend quite a few days at the vets, getting fluids and medication. Bloodwork revealed that he had something wrong with his kidneys. She brought him home, making sure that he got lots of fluids and special food from the vet. He was doing great until she went away to Cuba last week. Her mum said that he didn't eat for a couple of days, and she was just about to call the vet when he started to eat. He seemed fine all week and even when my friend came home on Friday. Yesterday afternoon she gave him some water through an eyedropper (which she'd do to make sure he got enough water). A few minutes later he coughed up some foamy stuff. She picked him up and carried him towards the front door, to rush him to the vet. But she never made it out the door. He died in her arms.
I'm so sad he's gone. I know he's in a place free of pain and suffering, but it's still hard. I've known him since she got him (about 5 years), and we shared an apartment for a year. He was such a lovey kitty, so beautiful.
Bubbies sweetie, run free at the Bridge, chase those birds and butterflies and remember how loved you are. Watch over your Meowmy and brother, they really miss your sweet presence.
