We have had 4 cats.
B. - short hair - completely black
LittleMan - a tuxedo cat - sweetest disposition of any cat ever.
Munchie - a gray tabby - he loves his 'big brother' Little Man -
they are pretty much inseparable
and, Millie - a calico kitty - she is a butterball - round and frisky
Munchie came along about six months after LittleMan. He LOVED LittleMan and they would sleep togerther every night, with their arms around each others necks, as if they were kissing.
We called them 'brothers'. THey were ALWAYS together.
LittleMan had a problem, all his life, with his digestive tract. Irritable Bowel Syndrome. The past three years he was on medication, daily. Steroids.
Year before last, we got divorced. It was a 'friendly' divorce. No fighting, no arguing, no name-calling. We divorced and we decided to split the cats up, 2 each.
She kept B and LittleMan, and I kept Munchie and Millie.
We didn't want to split up the 'boys' but I didn't want B and she didn't want Millie.
We decided, that even though we're divorced, we are still best friends. We decided that we would treat the 'babies' as kids.
We would both share in any expenses that were incurred in medical treatment for them. We both have 'visitation' to see the kitties.
Back in Feb, LittleMan took a turn for the worse, and after two days of
agonizing, we took him to the vet and made the decision to let him go.
It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But, he was in pain, and we knew that it was best to let him go.
I cannot describe the pain involved in holding a kitty, one of your beloved 'babies' as my ex-wife always calls them, in your arms, and watching as the doctor injects the solution that will put them to sleep forever.
We did it, and we knew that LittleMan was in a better place. But, dear God, it was so hard to let go.
A week after having to let LittleMan go, I took Munchie into the same vet, to be tested, because he has been losing weight suddenly.
I seriously thought that he was not eating because he was sad about being separated from his brother when we got divorced. Either that, or because I moved to an apartment, and I know that cats sometimes get anxiety about being in a new, or different place.
we've been going to this one vet only for the entire lives of all of these cats. He is trusted and simply the best vet in Texas, in my opinion.
He weighed 11 pounds when we got divorced, and a year later, he weighed just a little less than 6 pounds. That was considered a serious, almost catastrophic weight loss.
The doctor took x-rays, and we could see some clouding in his lungs.
The vet said that it was either asthma, or lung cancer.
He said that he couldn't diagnose further without some serious invasive surgery, and he doubted that Munchie could live through it.
He gave Munchie about 30 days to live.
He gave him a shot of steroids, and said that I should bring him in every two weeks or so, if he lived, for another shot of steroids.
The steroids made his appetite better, and he held his own.
Two weeks ago I took him back in for another steroids shot, and we saw that he had lost another half-pound.
His face looked good through all this. He acted okay, and has never seemed to be in pain.
The only thing you could see is that he was very, very thin, and he seemed to breath heavily.
Last night, he seemed listless and tired, and this morning he refused to come out of his little bed to eat breakfast.
I came home at lunch today, to find him laying under the desk, his favorite place where the sunlight comes in through the window......and he was breathing VERY heavily, and his eyes looked a little cloudy.
I knew it was time and called my ex and told her, and she agreed that this was it.
We met at the vets office, and he came in and assured us that we were doing the right thing.
He was such a brave little boy, he never cried during all the time he was sick, he always looked at me with so much love.
I petted his head, rubbed his chin, told him I loved him, and my ex did the same, and we both assured him that he would be with his big brother up in heaven in just a few minutes.
The vet put the needle in, and pushed the plunger, and my dear sweet little Munchie boy just laid his head down in our arms and then was gone. It happened so fast.
The vet left the room and I cried unlike I've ever cried in my life.
Before I left the room, I took the green towel that had been in the carrier with him, and on the table underneath him during this, and I covered him up with it, all the way up to his chin. It looked like he was asleep. Then I said my final goodbye and walked out of the room.
The pain in losing him is almost too much to bear. What a sweet beautiful little boy, I wonder how sad he was over being split up from his brother.
I SO wish that he could have seen his brother one last time before we had to let him go.
So, I can't help it, I am crying now, thinking of how sweet he was, how much love he gave us, and remembering him. My sweet little Munchie.
The hurt is just so raw, so damning, so much.
If anyone wants to see my/our babies, our kitties, here is a link.
http://www.pbase.com/dwstxs/dogs_and_cats
If you have a pet, please go give them a hug, a pat on the head, and tell them you love them.
B. - short hair - completely black
LittleMan - a tuxedo cat - sweetest disposition of any cat ever.
Munchie - a gray tabby - he loves his 'big brother' Little Man -
they are pretty much inseparable
and, Millie - a calico kitty - she is a butterball - round and frisky
Munchie came along about six months after LittleMan. He LOVED LittleMan and they would sleep togerther every night, with their arms around each others necks, as if they were kissing.
We called them 'brothers'. THey were ALWAYS together.
LittleMan had a problem, all his life, with his digestive tract. Irritable Bowel Syndrome. The past three years he was on medication, daily. Steroids.
Year before last, we got divorced. It was a 'friendly' divorce. No fighting, no arguing, no name-calling. We divorced and we decided to split the cats up, 2 each.
She kept B and LittleMan, and I kept Munchie and Millie.
We didn't want to split up the 'boys' but I didn't want B and she didn't want Millie.
We decided, that even though we're divorced, we are still best friends. We decided that we would treat the 'babies' as kids.
We would both share in any expenses that were incurred in medical treatment for them. We both have 'visitation' to see the kitties.
Back in Feb, LittleMan took a turn for the worse, and after two days of
agonizing, we took him to the vet and made the decision to let him go.
It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But, he was in pain, and we knew that it was best to let him go.
I cannot describe the pain involved in holding a kitty, one of your beloved 'babies' as my ex-wife always calls them, in your arms, and watching as the doctor injects the solution that will put them to sleep forever.
We did it, and we knew that LittleMan was in a better place. But, dear God, it was so hard to let go.
A week after having to let LittleMan go, I took Munchie into the same vet, to be tested, because he has been losing weight suddenly.
I seriously thought that he was not eating because he was sad about being separated from his brother when we got divorced. Either that, or because I moved to an apartment, and I know that cats sometimes get anxiety about being in a new, or different place.
we've been going to this one vet only for the entire lives of all of these cats. He is trusted and simply the best vet in Texas, in my opinion.
He weighed 11 pounds when we got divorced, and a year later, he weighed just a little less than 6 pounds. That was considered a serious, almost catastrophic weight loss.
The doctor took x-rays, and we could see some clouding in his lungs.
The vet said that it was either asthma, or lung cancer.
He said that he couldn't diagnose further without some serious invasive surgery, and he doubted that Munchie could live through it.
He gave Munchie about 30 days to live.
He gave him a shot of steroids, and said that I should bring him in every two weeks or so, if he lived, for another shot of steroids.
The steroids made his appetite better, and he held his own.
Two weeks ago I took him back in for another steroids shot, and we saw that he had lost another half-pound.
His face looked good through all this. He acted okay, and has never seemed to be in pain.
The only thing you could see is that he was very, very thin, and he seemed to breath heavily.
Last night, he seemed listless and tired, and this morning he refused to come out of his little bed to eat breakfast.
I came home at lunch today, to find him laying under the desk, his favorite place where the sunlight comes in through the window......and he was breathing VERY heavily, and his eyes looked a little cloudy.
I knew it was time and called my ex and told her, and she agreed that this was it.
We met at the vets office, and he came in and assured us that we were doing the right thing.
He was such a brave little boy, he never cried during all the time he was sick, he always looked at me with so much love.
I petted his head, rubbed his chin, told him I loved him, and my ex did the same, and we both assured him that he would be with his big brother up in heaven in just a few minutes.
The vet put the needle in, and pushed the plunger, and my dear sweet little Munchie boy just laid his head down in our arms and then was gone. It happened so fast.
The vet left the room and I cried unlike I've ever cried in my life.
Before I left the room, I took the green towel that had been in the carrier with him, and on the table underneath him during this, and I covered him up with it, all the way up to his chin. It looked like he was asleep. Then I said my final goodbye and walked out of the room.
The pain in losing him is almost too much to bear. What a sweet beautiful little boy, I wonder how sad he was over being split up from his brother.
I SO wish that he could have seen his brother one last time before we had to let him go.
So, I can't help it, I am crying now, thinking of how sweet he was, how much love he gave us, and remembering him. My sweet little Munchie.
The hurt is just so raw, so damning, so much.
If anyone wants to see my/our babies, our kitties, here is a link.
http://www.pbase.com/dwstxs/dogs_and_cats
If you have a pet, please go give them a hug, a pat on the head, and tell them you love them.
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