Thinking back, when we first moved, he kept trying to go out the front door. And he would walk and walk like he was going somewhere, like he knew where he was going. It surprised me. I think he was trying to go back home. At our old house when he went out, he would just go out in the grass and start eating it. I just feel so bad that I didn't pay closer attention to his behavior. I should have gave him more love so he would have been more comfortable in the new house and not stressed. I just figured he like it just as much as we did and went on about my business (stupid me). Now that I think about it...he seemed more secluded than normal, like I don't remember seeing him lay around and spend time with us as much as he usually did...Ugh I was so busy unpacking and all that crap, I didn't even pay attention to Moe!
He got skinnier and skinnier and, at first, the vet thought it was his kidneys, but after getting a full xray, we could see that his chest was filled with fluid. There was something wrong with his heart. Sadly, I didn't know until it was too late. I wish I had taken his health more seriously, when he first started losing weight a year ago. I just figured it was because he was aging. He was about 9 or 10 years old. Which is kind of old, but too young for a cat to die in my opinion.
Moe loved Purina Naturals dry food. He ate it like it was kitty crack. After he started losing weight, I got him fancy feast which might have been a bad move but I didn't know at the time. I figured it would be easier on his teeth. I always got him fish and I should have known better, the fish has less calories!! (RRR...stupid mee)
But Moe's gone now and there's nothing I can do. I miss him so much. More than I ever thought I would. I had him for 7 years. He was so cute and sweet and weird. He would always do a little dance in front of the water bowl before he would drink it. He would paw at it, and he even did it when he was sick, it was so cute. He loved his cute little flat nose to be scratched. He hated to be picked up, but he loved to be petted. He loved going outside and eating the grass. When we lived at my old house, I would let him out everyday on my lunch break so he could eat some grass.
Sorry this is such a long post....I just miss/loved Moe so much. I know he's not suffering now and he's back home where he wanted to be. \t