On Friday, I had to say goodbye to my favorite fur person, Sonic. He was 12½. He was the smartest, most inquisitive most expressive cat I've ever had or seen. I miss him so much already. He had been perfectly healthy and was right up until the end of November. At the end of that month, we noticed that his second eyelid on his left eye wasn't opening all the way, he had a lump on the left side of his throat and he was drooling every now and then. We took him to the vet and she thought it was an infection, so he was given oral and eye antibiotics. He had another appointment a week later, and had lost half a pound. The vet said that instead of an infection, she thought it was lymphoma. That was so sad to hear.
From that point, he largely stopped eating even when food was quite right in front of him us. However, he was still acting the same. He was running, jumping, wanting to be patted and purring and seemingly not in pain. Toward the end, he had become so skinny, was drooling a lot of the time and was not really cleaning himself anymore. I hated that I had to make an appointment for him from which he would not return, but I had to do it
I'm disabled and will almost certainly unfortunately never have kids (even though that's something I always wanted), so Sonic may have been the closest thing I'll ever have to a son. Way back in 2011, the local animal shelter was having a sale on kittens and one day my parents took me to adopt one as an early Christmas present. Each kitten was in an individual cage and we brought them out one by one see who would be a good fit. When one little gray tabby with huge ears came out of his cage, he wouldn't go back in no matter what. He just kept purring, purring, purring and appeared to be so happy. He even found a way to fit on the headrest of my power wheelchair. I used to tell people that I didn't pick him, he picked me. I just had to bring him home.
When he used to sleep, he would do these cute little snores that weren't at all loud and obnoxious like those of a person. Last Friday, when it was time for his suffering to end after he was finished exploring that room, he was put on my lap and promptly began purring. After that administered the sedatives, he flopped over onto my lap and was purring/snoring as he began to go to sleep forever. It was so sad and I hated that I had to do it. I really miss him so much. I didn't stay the whole time to watch him die, but did stay into the sedation.
Note: if anything does make thanked in this post, it's because I use a speech recognition program that tends to make a lot of mistakes and I don't always find them. The headset also tends to pick up any audio that is being played, which is obnoxious. I usually catch the mistakes, but don't always catch all of them, so there might be sentences/words that don't make sense.
From that point, he largely stopped eating even when food was quite right in front of him us. However, he was still acting the same. He was running, jumping, wanting to be patted and purring and seemingly not in pain. Toward the end, he had become so skinny, was drooling a lot of the time and was not really cleaning himself anymore. I hated that I had to make an appointment for him from which he would not return, but I had to do it
I'm disabled and will almost certainly unfortunately never have kids (even though that's something I always wanted), so Sonic may have been the closest thing I'll ever have to a son. Way back in 2011, the local animal shelter was having a sale on kittens and one day my parents took me to adopt one as an early Christmas present. Each kitten was in an individual cage and we brought them out one by one see who would be a good fit. When one little gray tabby with huge ears came out of his cage, he wouldn't go back in no matter what. He just kept purring, purring, purring and appeared to be so happy. He even found a way to fit on the headrest of my power wheelchair. I used to tell people that I didn't pick him, he picked me. I just had to bring him home.
When he used to sleep, he would do these cute little snores that weren't at all loud and obnoxious like those of a person. Last Friday, when it was time for his suffering to end after he was finished exploring that room, he was put on my lap and promptly began purring. After that administered the sedatives, he flopped over onto my lap and was purring/snoring as he began to go to sleep forever. It was so sad and I hated that I had to do it. I really miss him so much. I didn't stay the whole time to watch him die, but did stay into the sedation.
Note: if anything does make thanked in this post, it's because I use a speech recognition program that tends to make a lot of mistakes and I don't always find them. The headset also tends to pick up any audio that is being played, which is obnoxious. I usually catch the mistakes, but don't always catch all of them, so there might be sentences/words that don't make sense.
