Today I decided to let Chester go. He'd declined so much that I couldn't see making him suffer any more. His daily activities included eating, going to the litter box, and sleeping next to the water bowl. Lately, if the trip to the litter box was too much for him, he'd lay down in the box and take a nap. Ew.
Chester changed from the kitty in the first photo to the kitty in the second photo in just a few weeks. He fought upper respiratory distress, kidney damage, and mega colon. He no longer would respond to my voice, only to the sound of cat food pellets hitting the bowl.
I cried all the way to the vet, sat in the office and cried (and the well meaning people who were there had to ask about him, which made it worse to have to try to explain the situation), and cried all the way home. Chester was at the top of the favorite cat list before he got sick. The cat in who was left wasn't Chester.
I miss my kitty.
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11 years ago
4 comments:
How awful, I know how you feel. Toward the end Scruffy had changed so much we hardly knew her. It was like her soul left several weeks before her body did.
I'm so sorry. It hurts so much to lose a loved pet. Hugs.
It's funny... I used to think that people who grieved over animals were so silly. I wonder what changed me?
I'm so sorry for your loss. It's just heartbreaking to lose your fur babies.
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