My cat of twelve years died on my birthday. He had been sick with Triaditis for about 6 weeks and I had to feed him through a tube 3 times a day. Each time would take about an hour and a half.
He was getting better, too. Putting on weight, and ate his own meals for 5 days. But the E-tube got infected and so we took it out 2 days early.
He got home. He vomited. He stopped eating for two days. He started vomiting and acted in pain and so I took him in again. They discovered fluid in his abdomen. He was too skinny from his digestion issues for a further hospitalization and he was in pain.
He slept each night in my armpit with his head on my shoulder.
I worked from home before the pandemic, and so I was with him almost all of the time for his life. I loved his tiny 6 lb ass.
He was a bathroom communist. It could be 3 a.m. and I could check that he was asleep, and when I looked up from sitting on the toilet, the door would be slightly ajar and he’d be in front of me watching the door.
I am so sorry! Last year I lost my cat and not only was he my first cat that I had for 14 years, but also the first pet I’ve ever lost. He died on 9/11 (because he’s a drama queen) and I truly wasn’t ready for it. I still miss him every day and I still cry when I think/talk about him.
My Mickey Mouse was the most perfect cat in the world; he never once hissed at me or scratched me, not even during the rare times he needed a bath. He loved my dogs and was friends with everyone he met. He never pottied or sprayed, he never scratched my furniture. He was purfict in every single way. I know in my soul that I will never find another one like him.
I’m very sorry for your loss. Its really not fair that we only get them for such a short amount of time.
My cat of twelve years died on my birthday. He had been sick with Triaditis for about 6 weeks and I had to feed him through a tube 3 times a day. Each time would take about an hour and a half.
He was getting better, too. Putting on weight, and ate his own meals for 5 days. But the E-tube got infected and so we took it out 2 days early.
He got home. He vomited. He stopped eating for two days. He started vomiting and acted in pain and so I took him in again. They discovered fluid in his abdomen. He was too skinny from his digestion issues for a further hospitalization and he was in pain.
He slept each night in my armpit with his head on my shoulder.
I worked from home before the pandemic, and so I was with him almost all of the time for his life. I loved his tiny 6 lb ass.
He was a bathroom communist. It could be 3 a.m. and I could check that he was asleep, and when I looked up from sitting on the toilet, the door would be slightly ajar and he’d be in front of me watching the door.
I miss you, little dude.
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I am so sorry! Last year I lost my cat and not only was he my first cat that I had for 14 years, but also the first pet I’ve ever lost. He died on 9/11 (because he’s a drama queen) and I truly wasn’t ready for it. I still miss him every day and I still cry when I think/talk about him.
My Mickey Mouse was the most perfect cat in the world; he never once hissed at me or scratched me, not even during the rare times he needed a bath. He loved my dogs and was friends with everyone he met. He never pottied or sprayed, he never scratched my furniture. He was purfict in every single way. I know in my soul that I will never find another one like him.
I’m very sorry for your loss. Its really not fair that we only get them for such a short amount of time.
I am so sorry to hear that! That is horrible. Take time to heal