I had to put my beautiful 9 year old baby boy, Leroy, to sleep yesterday and I am broken. I can’t eat or stop crying. He was diagnosed with large call lymphoma only 3 weeks ago and now he’s gone. Due to the aggressive nature of his CNS cancer, which paralyzed his jaw then made him blind, the last 3 weeks were the most intense time we had spent together.
Cancer robbed Leroy of the ability to eat on his own, so I sped home during my lunch hour, spoon fed him, then rushed back to work about 20 mins late. Everyday. I also worked from home more and stayed up at all hours to take care of him. I lost 10lbs. Sickness made the usually independent and aloof Leroy needy, and he slept under the covers with me at night, literally glued to my body this past month, which I am heartbroken but greatful for.
Before cancer, Leroy was a huge (long not fat), 17lb, magnificent male cat that never lost a fight. He came into my life 2 weeks after I moved to Philadelphia from Japan 6 years ago. He originally belonged to my housemate, who found him on Samson Rd as a stray 3 month old kitten. He was always traveling however, and never gave Leroy much love. I quickly fell in love with him and spent 3 patient months waiting for the shy cat to come around. He eventually started sleeping on my bed at night and when I returned from a few days trip, he jumped into my arms and clung to me like he missed me sooo much. This is the moment I knew he loved me too. We moved out months later and we’ve been family since. Baby Leroy, mommy will always love you. If you ever get lost, just call for me, and I will always be here. Kisses!!!!!