We said goodbye to our beloved Schrödinger on June 25. He had a long battle with autoimmune stomatitis. For several years we were able to manage it with a regimen of medication and diet, since he wasn't a candidate for full mouth extractions, due to hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. But this horrible condition is progressive, and he became unable to eat on his own. We syringe fed him for a while, and administered sub-Q fluids to maintain hydration. At one point, we discussed with our vet the feasibility of placing an E-tube for tube feeding, so that we wouldn't have to handle his painful mouth. But, because we would never be able to give him a "happy mouth" again, and he would never be cured of his stomatitis, and now arthritis as well, we made the decision to stop his pain.
The day of his appointment came, and of course, he was frisky and alert. He was even playing a bit with our 2 year old DLH female, Rain. For a brief moment, I hesitated... is it REALLY time? Then reality came flashing back: This is a respite, not recovery. And perhaps, yes, it was a signal, a call to remember our beloved Meezer feeling better for a fleeting moment, a happy break in his unrelenting pain... harkening back to his younger days when he didn't know the torment and life was a fun game. I smiled at those memories, and when the hour came, we went in with peace our hearts.
We will always love our sweet Schrödinger, a tiny 3 and a half week old kitten dumped off at the vet clinic where I was working... grew up to be a handsome man... our 'Clown Prince' and precious Tweeter... only supposed to be with us "until we can find him a home", and made his home in our family for 16 years.
Rest in peace, Tweeter. We will always love you.
The day of his appointment came, and of course, he was frisky and alert. He was even playing a bit with our 2 year old DLH female, Rain. For a brief moment, I hesitated... is it REALLY time? Then reality came flashing back: This is a respite, not recovery. And perhaps, yes, it was a signal, a call to remember our beloved Meezer feeling better for a fleeting moment, a happy break in his unrelenting pain... harkening back to his younger days when he didn't know the torment and life was a fun game. I smiled at those memories, and when the hour came, we went in with peace our hearts.
We will always love our sweet Schrödinger, a tiny 3 and a half week old kitten dumped off at the vet clinic where I was working... grew up to be a handsome man... our 'Clown Prince' and precious Tweeter... only supposed to be with us "until we can find him a home", and made his home in our family for 16 years.
Rest in peace, Tweeter. We will always love you.
