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I've always been a cat person, but I've never formed a connection with one quite as much as I did with my fiances cat, Callum. He warned me upon first meeting him, that Callum was a bit of a grumpy sod, and might warm to me eventually, but I shouldn't take it personally if he ignored me, as was his way. 5 minutes after meeting me, he jumped up onto my lap, purred happily and fell asleep, my fiance was in total shock as this was very unlike him towards anyone else that wasn't him, in general he wasn't a very cuddly cat, but for some reason became quite attached to me, and would ignore everyone else in the room to come and sit on my lap, and used to get quite annoyed with my fiance if he ever tried to hug me, Callum would glare at him or try and get in the way.
I moved in with my fiance in June, and me and Callum would "talk" to each other every day, he was never too far away from me and just seemed to get me, in a way I didn't know animals could.
Last night as I was trying to sleep, I heard a light thudding on the bedroom door, I assumed it was one of our Kittens (we also have two 5 month old kittens and another adult girl cat), I popped out to the bathroom and Callum was sitting right by the door in a really strange way, he wouldn't move and was making some horrible sounds. He tried to stand up and his back legs weren't working. My fiance got straight on to the out of hours vet and we dashed him straight there, he was getting so distressed. The vet told us (after what seemed like an age of waiting) that he had Aortic Thromboembolism, by this point all of the veins in his legs had gone blue and he was breathing really shallow. We had to make the decision to either put him to sleep, or spend nearly £1000 on surgery that only had a 30% change of giving him the use of his legs back, and he'd have to be on medication for the rest of his life (he was 16 anyway, he had a good run!)
I guess I'm posting here just to offload my emotions really, I've been a wreck all day, a combination of almost no sleep, and keeping remembering little things about him has made for a really tough day, I feel sick and emotionally drained. He was truely one in a million was my boy, I'm going to be so lost without him </3
Going to miss you so very much Buddy.
I moved in with my fiance in June, and me and Callum would "talk" to each other every day, he was never too far away from me and just seemed to get me, in a way I didn't know animals could.
Last night as I was trying to sleep, I heard a light thudding on the bedroom door, I assumed it was one of our Kittens (we also have two 5 month old kittens and another adult girl cat), I popped out to the bathroom and Callum was sitting right by the door in a really strange way, he wouldn't move and was making some horrible sounds. He tried to stand up and his back legs weren't working. My fiance got straight on to the out of hours vet and we dashed him straight there, he was getting so distressed. The vet told us (after what seemed like an age of waiting) that he had Aortic Thromboembolism, by this point all of the veins in his legs had gone blue and he was breathing really shallow. We had to make the decision to either put him to sleep, or spend nearly £1000 on surgery that only had a 30% change of giving him the use of his legs back, and he'd have to be on medication for the rest of his life (he was 16 anyway, he had a good run!)
I guess I'm posting here just to offload my emotions really, I've been a wreck all day, a combination of almost no sleep, and keeping remembering little things about him has made for a really tough day, I feel sick and emotionally drained. He was truely one in a million was my boy, I'm going to be so lost without him </3
Going to miss you so very much Buddy.
