What a great girl.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, I wasn't going to cry today... but I found one of his whiskers and a tablet he must have secretly spit out hiding under the sofa cushion this morning... this is my darling boy Watson, as a kitten, trying to convince me that the dirt on his paws certainly didn't come from that houseplant, and as a five year old cat, a few months before we had to let him go. A rescue kitten, he was diagnosed with severe IMHA at 12 months and with CRF at 18 months. We gave everything we could to give him a good life until January this year when the meds stopped working and he got an infected abcess in his mouth that stopped him eating. My heart breaks every day from missing him. Losing a beloved soul-friend in animal shape is something that people who haven't experienced it can't understand, and people who have don't need to explain.
Sotches and Patches look so soft and sweet in their pictures;Sotches, 2006-2014. He was my sister's cat. The CEO and dominant cat between him and my cat, Merlin. He was friendly, and affectionate, bossy and talkative at the same time. He was put to sleep Thursday morning after very suddenly being in severe distress, he was gasping and panting and couldn't use his hind legs. I suspect it was a saddle thrombosis and CHF. He was fading away and was suffering, so we sent him to the Rainbow Bridge. He was seven.
Patches, circa 1985 - 1999. We found Patches lost and starving in 1989, we thought she was pregnant but we took her in. Turned out, she was spayed and was just large. In the spring of 1999, she started limping so we could her checked out and the vet said she had bone cancer, and it had started to spread the other leg. She was OK for much of the summer, but that fall, she could barely walk and was hardly eating, and Patches was a cat who LOVED her food. We had her put to sleep. I don't now her exact age but I'd guess she was around fourteen when she crossed the rainbow bridge. She was the sweetest cat ever.