May 15th 2014 we put Simon down, he got stomach cancer and it was very fast and catastrophic how he went downhill, we tried everything we could but he was too far gone, cats are masters at hiding illnesses until it is too late and this was the case with him. He was a Tuxedo and had the personality of one, a "nix nux" as Debbie would call him, he'd roll on the floor kicking himself in the stomach playing, he'd be the only one on our bed upstairs and roll around when you came in the room, he'd whap the others while waiting for us to feed them, he could care less about any of them but loved Deb and I. He was about 12, was losing weight and we took him to the vet about 1 year before, they really didn't think much of anything and just thought he was getting older and losing weight as they can do, his bloodwork was great but I don't take stock in that much because we've had ones with great bloodwork pass, but he got very sick very fast, I remember him vomiting green liquid all over the kitchen floor one day and we took him and and they said there was no hope, so as hard as it was I held him as they put him down, and can still feel how his little body went limp in my arms, how I kept asking the vet "are you SURE this is the right thing to do, he still looks so good?", asking the vet "are you sure he's gone (dead)?" as for some weird reason I didn't want them to think he was but wasn't (the grief was talking), remember him as sick as he was a few days before with a bandage on his leg from bloodwork trying to run up the steps to see me when I called him, how I had panic attacks that night after he passed, felt like I was suffocating in the unusual hot weather, walking outside at 2:00 a.m. trying to escape it, how for awhile I could not be in the enclosed shower or in the dark with having panic attacks, but I just let it flow, let it out and rolled with it, and eventually I came to terms with it but every May 15th it hits me again and probably always will. But as I type this I look to my right and Sylvester is in the window, and he looks like Simon the tux part and Sebastian the long haired part although now he has short hair since he got shaved a month ago so he resembles Simon more now, and he is going to get a great big hug from me and it will feel like I am hugging Simon again, like I am hugging all 3 of them together, that is why he is so so special to me and always will be, he is a living tribute to them and a great boy in his own right and I am so glad that I rescued him and he rescued me over 2 years ago.
I know you are just fine Simon, relieved to be free of your pain riddled body, you are rolling and kicking yourself and eating and playing and sleeping and we will see you someday down the line and it will be grand, you, me and Mommy who used to call you her "precious diamond boy, Simon the diamond", we love you buddy.....
I know you are just fine Simon, relieved to be free of your pain riddled body, you are rolling and kicking yourself and eating and playing and sleeping and we will see you someday down the line and it will be grand, you, me and Mommy who used to call you her "precious diamond boy, Simon the diamond", we love you buddy.....