24 years, 6m, 6 days old. We had him from the time he turned 6 weeks of age as mum had repeatedly rejected him. Owner forced her to nurse a few times a day as well as supplemental bottle feeding. She finally had him completely weaned onto wet foods by the age of 6 weeks when we took him.
He went into convulsions suddenly. He'd been...not good, for a few days. Not wanting to eat much. Still drinking and pottying. Not wanting to walk much. Weakness. He'd recovered from this exact thing 4 times in the past two years. I'd simply bring some pureed freeze dried raw several times a day, and 3 or 4 days later the cat we thought actively dying would suddenly meet us at the door like nothing was wrong. So why would this time be any different? Until the convulsions. Even then, I was thinking "oh, he is just trying to get back up, and legs jerking. Refusing to realize. Thank all the gods my husband told me "We can't do this to him". I reluctantly agreed euthanasia may be an option. I realize now, I didn't want to admit it was the end for him. He was old. He was sick. And he was Tired. And I didn't realize it. Or more refused to realize it. Husband forced the issue. Thankfully. Because I was selfish enough I don't think I would have been able to make that decision. Because ever since I have had a hollow place inside, other than a center of pain in my chest. We bury, so in the winter they go into a freezer until the ground thaws. And the hardest thing physically I have ever done was close that freezer door. I can't even go into it to get meat out now. He has to do it. I can't. And I miss him so very much :'(
He went into convulsions suddenly. He'd been...not good, for a few days. Not wanting to eat much. Still drinking and pottying. Not wanting to walk much. Weakness. He'd recovered from this exact thing 4 times in the past two years. I'd simply bring some pureed freeze dried raw several times a day, and 3 or 4 days later the cat we thought actively dying would suddenly meet us at the door like nothing was wrong. So why would this time be any different? Until the convulsions. Even then, I was thinking "oh, he is just trying to get back up, and legs jerking. Refusing to realize. Thank all the gods my husband told me "We can't do this to him". I reluctantly agreed euthanasia may be an option. I realize now, I didn't want to admit it was the end for him. He was old. He was sick. And he was Tired. And I didn't realize it. Or more refused to realize it. Husband forced the issue. Thankfully. Because I was selfish enough I don't think I would have been able to make that decision. Because ever since I have had a hollow place inside, other than a center of pain in my chest. We bury, so in the winter they go into a freezer until the ground thaws. And the hardest thing physically I have ever done was close that freezer door. I can't even go into it to get meat out now. He has to do it. I can't. And I miss him so very much :'(
He was also able to "chase" my pit bull off the bed. He would climb on top of her, and keep jumping back and forth until she was irritated enough to sigh and climb off the bed, then he would happily climb onto my chest snuggle up and go to sleep lol. Think about it. a 6 week old kitten chasing off a ful grown pit bull lol. He was...amazing. And he was MY cat until we brought Oskar kitty in. He never quite forgave me for that, and turned to my husband instead and became his after. He would turn from a sure thing of cuddles with me for the chance of attention from him. Which always happened. I guess I am having a problem understanding why HIS death is hitting me as hard as it is. My husky Sal broke my heart when she had to leave. My heart ferret Boris stole a huge piece of me when he asked to be let go. But Watson? I really think this has broken me. And as much as I grieve every single animal we have lost, it has never been this bad before.And I guess I am just trying to understand why.
