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...for that's what Biscuit was. I can't even seem to write the past tense without tears.
He disappeared from our lives suddenly last week. We had spent years treating him with gentle and loving care as he had been diagnosed with lung cancer three years ago. And after much research and help from this site, I thought we had side-stepped it, perhaps, conquered the cancer. Meanwhile, an insidious tumor began growing elsewhere in his body and I didn't even notice. Suddenly, he was diagnosed on a Saturday and euthanized on Monday. He was in incredible pain and I couldn't see my beloved boy in agony.
I knew that his passing would be a terrible and everlasting sentence of grief for me. I cried at the very thought of his death even while he was alive. I cried at other people writing about their loss of a pet. So, I knew I would be devastated. But I am here for another reason today. It is for my other boy--Biscuit's friend and companion for the last twelve years. He is mourning him deeply. Oyster has withdrawn from all of us and no matter how much I try, he is not responding. He is eating but exhibits no joy in it. He has stopped visiting all his favorite spots and just lays in his bed all the time.I try to play with him, cuddle him, talk to him but to no avail. I have read resources online and have tried everything except medicating him.
So, if you can share your helpful experiences and suggestions on how to lift my surviving cat out of his deep grief, I would be thankful.
He disappeared from our lives suddenly last week. We had spent years treating him with gentle and loving care as he had been diagnosed with lung cancer three years ago. And after much research and help from this site, I thought we had side-stepped it, perhaps, conquered the cancer. Meanwhile, an insidious tumor began growing elsewhere in his body and I didn't even notice. Suddenly, he was diagnosed on a Saturday and euthanized on Monday. He was in incredible pain and I couldn't see my beloved boy in agony.
I knew that his passing would be a terrible and everlasting sentence of grief for me. I cried at the very thought of his death even while he was alive. I cried at other people writing about their loss of a pet. So, I knew I would be devastated. But I am here for another reason today. It is for my other boy--Biscuit's friend and companion for the last twelve years. He is mourning him deeply. Oyster has withdrawn from all of us and no matter how much I try, he is not responding. He is eating but exhibits no joy in it. He has stopped visiting all his favorite spots and just lays in his bed all the time.I try to play with him, cuddle him, talk to him but to no avail. I have read resources online and have tried everything except medicating him.
So, if you can share your helpful experiences and suggestions on how to lift my surviving cat out of his deep grief, I would be thankful.
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