I've been struggling to post this thread for nearly 2 months now.
My darling boy, my love, who loved me more than anything in the universe will ever love me (and the feeling was mutual), passed away on 8th January 2022.
I am still struggling to cope with this monumental loss.
There's no sorrow involved in his life, he doesn't have a heartrending story, he never knew a day of hardship (other than dreaded vet visits) or wanted for anything, I got him from an ethical breeder of Siamese/OSH (who I have remained in contact with and is now a friend) - I visited when he was 8 weeks old (with a view to meeting the kittens and maybe reserving one to adopt once it was old enough) to meet the litter, the breeder, and be interviewed.
I thought I might want a cat I could show (as well as being a beloved pet first and foremost of course), but then this little blue boy who was the one out of the litter who wasn't show quality (his siblings did well at shows however), took a liking to me.
He climbed up me, marched onto my arm, and stretched out along my arm to have a nap. All thoughts of having any other kitten were gone from my mind, "I want this one" I squeaked in a wave of emotion that this little kitten had put so much trust in me, to sleep on me the first time we met, and be so certain about it at that. It was difficult to say goodbye to him after that visit because I had fallen in love with him, but it was way too soon for him to leave his mum and it had been agreed that he would live with me when he was ready to leave for a new home in a few weeks, so I was filled with joy.
He spent most of the rest of his life either on me, or complaining that he couldn't be on me right now. I used to joke that I should get one of those on the chest carriers that people use for babies, because Sonic would be at his happiest if I was carrying him around all the time. If I went out, he'd complain very loudly when I got back, but he never bore a grudge - he would just be extra clingy and want even more cuddles.
He used to push his little head against my face all the time. As he was OSH, we would have little conversations together almost constantly, talking back and forth, me talking to him and him "Waahing" and "Oooohing" like OSH do.
He was incredibly intense - I always felt like he took everything extremely seriously, he wasn't a mischievous or funny or lighthearted cat like some (my Radar, may he rest in peace my sweet little jester) are, and the thing he was really most serious about was how much he loved me and wanted to be on or next to me every minute he could - and always looking at me all the time. It is difficult to describe how attached to me he was and it just makes me tear up that he is gone, that fact seems too enormous to bear.
He gradually lost some weight during 2021, so I had a load of tests done in late summer - blood tests, urinalysis, and an abdominal ultrasound. None of those tests picked up anything untoward or of major concern.
I took him to the vet on 8 November 2021 for his scheduled checkup, he hadn't lost more weight, fantastic. Vet said he looks in good health, just keep an eye on him in case he loses more weight.
On Christmas Eve I thought he had lost a bit more weight and phoned to book an appointment for 3rd January.
At that appointment on 3rd January I was told that he didn't look in a good way and gave my permission for urine to be taken direct from his bladder for immediate analysis. Then there was the worst news - he wasn't concentrating his urine at all meaning he was in end-stage renal failure. I sat sobbing while the vet told me that my best friend had days rather than weeks and that for now I should just take him home and make him comfortable, I was assured he wasn't currently in pain but would soon become very unwell.
We spent a few more days together (I didn't leave his side) and he had a very happy few days being cuddled and loved and having everything he wasn't normally allowed to eat, but then stopped eating much and deteriorated rapidly in his last few hours and I knew the time had come.
I took him to the vet and held him while he passed.
I am still so devastated, it's taken me hours to write this post. and this is the first time I've felt able to write and post this final goodbye to him. I know you folks will understand though.
Sonic Boom. 1st November 2006 - 8th January 2022
(I'd deeply appreciate it if people could not post any religious based platitudes or sympathy type things, I am not religious and it just hurts more when people say things like you'll be together again, or with the angels in heaven etc.)
My darling boy, my love, who loved me more than anything in the universe will ever love me (and the feeling was mutual), passed away on 8th January 2022.
I am still struggling to cope with this monumental loss.
There's no sorrow involved in his life, he doesn't have a heartrending story, he never knew a day of hardship (other than dreaded vet visits) or wanted for anything, I got him from an ethical breeder of Siamese/OSH (who I have remained in contact with and is now a friend) - I visited when he was 8 weeks old (with a view to meeting the kittens and maybe reserving one to adopt once it was old enough) to meet the litter, the breeder, and be interviewed.
I thought I might want a cat I could show (as well as being a beloved pet first and foremost of course), but then this little blue boy who was the one out of the litter who wasn't show quality (his siblings did well at shows however), took a liking to me.
He climbed up me, marched onto my arm, and stretched out along my arm to have a nap. All thoughts of having any other kitten were gone from my mind, "I want this one" I squeaked in a wave of emotion that this little kitten had put so much trust in me, to sleep on me the first time we met, and be so certain about it at that. It was difficult to say goodbye to him after that visit because I had fallen in love with him, but it was way too soon for him to leave his mum and it had been agreed that he would live with me when he was ready to leave for a new home in a few weeks, so I was filled with joy.
He spent most of the rest of his life either on me, or complaining that he couldn't be on me right now. I used to joke that I should get one of those on the chest carriers that people use for babies, because Sonic would be at his happiest if I was carrying him around all the time. If I went out, he'd complain very loudly when I got back, but he never bore a grudge - he would just be extra clingy and want even more cuddles.
He used to push his little head against my face all the time. As he was OSH, we would have little conversations together almost constantly, talking back and forth, me talking to him and him "Waahing" and "Oooohing" like OSH do.
He was incredibly intense - I always felt like he took everything extremely seriously, he wasn't a mischievous or funny or lighthearted cat like some (my Radar, may he rest in peace my sweet little jester) are, and the thing he was really most serious about was how much he loved me and wanted to be on or next to me every minute he could - and always looking at me all the time. It is difficult to describe how attached to me he was and it just makes me tear up that he is gone, that fact seems too enormous to bear.
He gradually lost some weight during 2021, so I had a load of tests done in late summer - blood tests, urinalysis, and an abdominal ultrasound. None of those tests picked up anything untoward or of major concern.
I took him to the vet on 8 November 2021 for his scheduled checkup, he hadn't lost more weight, fantastic. Vet said he looks in good health, just keep an eye on him in case he loses more weight.
On Christmas Eve I thought he had lost a bit more weight and phoned to book an appointment for 3rd January.
At that appointment on 3rd January I was told that he didn't look in a good way and gave my permission for urine to be taken direct from his bladder for immediate analysis. Then there was the worst news - he wasn't concentrating his urine at all meaning he was in end-stage renal failure. I sat sobbing while the vet told me that my best friend had days rather than weeks and that for now I should just take him home and make him comfortable, I was assured he wasn't currently in pain but would soon become very unwell.
We spent a few more days together (I didn't leave his side) and he had a very happy few days being cuddled and loved and having everything he wasn't normally allowed to eat, but then stopped eating much and deteriorated rapidly in his last few hours and I knew the time had come.
I took him to the vet and held him while he passed.
I am still so devastated, it's taken me hours to write this post. and this is the first time I've felt able to write and post this final goodbye to him. I know you folks will understand though.
Sonic Boom. 1st November 2006 - 8th January 2022
(I'd deeply appreciate it if people could not post any religious based platitudes or sympathy type things, I am not religious and it just hurts more when people say things like you'll be together again, or with the angels in heaven etc.)
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