It's been over 2 years since I last posted on this site (yeah, life...) and I realize I never told of the end of my beautiful boy. It was only half a year since I'd last posted.
In March of 2016 my husband and I returned from a weekend away, to find Oreo in hubby's recliner, where he rarely went; he barely responded to my petting, and when I tried to pick him up he cried pitifully. I alerted hubby who did pick him up, tried putting him on the ground to see him staggering around. That was it; our coats were still on and our luggage was still in the car, but we hustled him into his carrier and headed out for the animal hospital. He didn't even cry all the way there, as he usually did. Long story short, his bladder had a huge blood clot in it and he was severely dehydrated. Over the following week (at the end of which was his 16th birthday) they tested him every way they could, even operating on his bladder to see if they could trace the source of the bleeding and to get rid of that big clot. He came through it all like a champ, but the next 3 months were up and down. He had to get different prescription food, he started losing weight (I know he had gotten too heavy over the years but this was ridiculous), eventually had to be given regular fluid shots, and pills which were the bane of all our existence, the vet said his kidneys were beginning to fail, and finally in June he had a relapse of peeing blood and his bladder was distended. At that point we realized there was nothing more we could do for him, so we had him put down. It's bad enough losing a pet, but when you have to be the one to make the decision, that's really the pits. We were a mess that night, hubby was worse than I was even, and Oreo was My cat! (He stopped paying much attention to hubby when he grew up.) We buried him in our youngest nephew's backyard, along with some of his favorite treats "for the road."
He had been a problem for several years, with occasionally using other parts of the house as adjuncts to his litterbox (for both functions), and of course with all his medical problems that last 3 months, life has been so much simpler without him; but there are times when I still miss him!
In March of 2016 my husband and I returned from a weekend away, to find Oreo in hubby's recliner, where he rarely went; he barely responded to my petting, and when I tried to pick him up he cried pitifully. I alerted hubby who did pick him up, tried putting him on the ground to see him staggering around. That was it; our coats were still on and our luggage was still in the car, but we hustled him into his carrier and headed out for the animal hospital. He didn't even cry all the way there, as he usually did. Long story short, his bladder had a huge blood clot in it and he was severely dehydrated. Over the following week (at the end of which was his 16th birthday) they tested him every way they could, even operating on his bladder to see if they could trace the source of the bleeding and to get rid of that big clot. He came through it all like a champ, but the next 3 months were up and down. He had to get different prescription food, he started losing weight (I know he had gotten too heavy over the years but this was ridiculous), eventually had to be given regular fluid shots, and pills which were the bane of all our existence, the vet said his kidneys were beginning to fail, and finally in June he had a relapse of peeing blood and his bladder was distended. At that point we realized there was nothing more we could do for him, so we had him put down. It's bad enough losing a pet, but when you have to be the one to make the decision, that's really the pits. We were a mess that night, hubby was worse than I was even, and Oreo was My cat! (He stopped paying much attention to hubby when he grew up.) We buried him in our youngest nephew's backyard, along with some of his favorite treats "for the road."
He had been a problem for several years, with occasionally using other parts of the house as adjuncts to his litterbox (for both functions), and of course with all his medical problems that last 3 months, life has been so much simpler without him; but there are times when I still miss him!
