Took me some time to be able to post this, and I'm still having a hard time... I had to put my cat Coon down a week ago (on the 10th). He was the second cat I got when I moved to Canada to be with my now husband. He was advertised as a "Maine coon kitten" but no papers or anything to prove it, it didn't matter though he was my big fluffy boy. Even after getting other cats over the years he was still my baby boy. When he was young he managed to unlock and open a door before we got him neutered, which resulted in a young female cat I had getting pregnant with a litter of four female cats (which I still have, so at least I still have a part of him for now). He loved that female, even when she was a young kitten they would be sleeping cuddled up together, he never really liked his daughters, but tolerated them. He also never liked dogs, which was unfortunate for him since I have had dogs since I move here, but he made sure to let them know who was boss and to leave him alone. Surprisingly enough he really seemed to like the youngest cats I have, a litter my husband rescued, he seemed to soften a bit in his old age.
He was a couple weeks shy of 16, but had not been doing well for a few months. I think the hardest part is I was in denial, I wanted so much to believe that he wasn't really dying and that it was just the other cats not allowing him to eat enough, so I started feeding him on his own and hoped he would get better. He lost a lot of weight, despite getting unlimited food, and sadly he had had enough and quit eating or drinking the previous day, so I knew it was time. The fact that I didn't want to believe it, and how days seem to blur together the past couple years, made it seem so sudden, but in reality it wasn't, all the signs were there even if I tried to turn a blind eye. The only "sudden" part was taking him in to the vet and having him put down, I hadn't planned that and had even bought him new foods for him to try the day before in hope he would eat. I took him in still hoping something could be done, but also knew in the back of my mind that there probably wasn't and his time with me on this side was coming to an end. He was in kidney failure, I didn't opt for farther blood tests though, and they wouldn't have saved or helped him anyway, only confirm that he was in fact in end stage.
Here is a couple pics of him from a week before he passed.
He was a couple weeks shy of 16, but had not been doing well for a few months. I think the hardest part is I was in denial, I wanted so much to believe that he wasn't really dying and that it was just the other cats not allowing him to eat enough, so I started feeding him on his own and hoped he would get better. He lost a lot of weight, despite getting unlimited food, and sadly he had had enough and quit eating or drinking the previous day, so I knew it was time. The fact that I didn't want to believe it, and how days seem to blur together the past couple years, made it seem so sudden, but in reality it wasn't, all the signs were there even if I tried to turn a blind eye. The only "sudden" part was taking him in to the vet and having him put down, I hadn't planned that and had even bought him new foods for him to try the day before in hope he would eat. I took him in still hoping something could be done, but also knew in the back of my mind that there probably wasn't and his time with me on this side was coming to an end. He was in kidney failure, I didn't opt for farther blood tests though, and they wouldn't have saved or helped him anyway, only confirm that he was in fact in end stage.
Here is a couple pics of him from a week before he passed.
