One of the worst parts about owning pets is saying goodbye. I’ll be the first to admit that I put off that final trip to the vet, hoping and praying for a miracle that never comes. But there are times when that decision is taken out of our hands.
One of our cats, Fat Charlie died at 1130PM Wednesday night. He’d been paying with his brother, stopped and fell over. My son ran to wake me to tell me he was breathing funny. A couple minutes later and I walked into him during a grand mal seizure. By the time I made it to the computer to look up a vet that was still open, he’d stopped breathing. My son and daughter tried CPR on him but it didn’t do any good.
He was a very smart kitty. I found him and his 3 brothers after a pretty nasty depredation by the coyotes of the feral cat population. They were covered in fleas and had been alone for a while. We took them to the vets and washed them in flea soap, then I was up every couple of hours to feed the litter. He showed his bothers how to eat, how to use the litter box and how to meow. They were only 1 1/2 weeks old.
As he got older, he was quite the explorer and like to lounge atop the entertainment unit 6 1/2 feet off the ground. He stood his ground when facing down the dog, although he didn’t always win. And he made a wonderful alarm clock, wailing like a siren in case I even thought of over sleeping.
We only had him for 5 years, far too short for a cat. I will miss him and need another tissue.
It is rough losing a loved pet. We lost our cat a little over a year ago and like you, couldn’t find a vet open. It was real rough on my wife since that cat was her buddy. I talked her into getting another kitten within the week and that helped her a bunch. Except this cat became my buddy for some strange reason. The cat we lost we named Dumpster since that is where my wife found her and she was also covered in fleas at the time.
Aw, sorry to hear about Charlie. It’s awful losing any animal in our life. We took in a white kitten last year as she wasn’t being fed by anyone and so we saved her life. On Christmas eve she was sitting in the kitchen, walked out the door and we’ve never seen her since. We live in quite a rural area so I don’t think that she has moved in with anyone else. Maybe she was just a spirit moving through our lives at that time.