(Douglas doing a sneak-attack on mom's birthday flowers February 07)
Today is undoubtedly one of the hardest days of my life. I don't know how I am going to live without him. I don't know how old he was, as he was fully grown when he came here to live. The vet thought he was at the very least five or six years old and we had him since 1999. He had so many health problems, asthma to begin with. Then he had recurrent UTI's and had to have penis removal surgery. Don't ask how much that cost, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. He had really been doing pretty well in the nearly five years since he had that surgery. In the past two weeks he went down suddenly, he lost weight rapidly, and quit eating. My mother and I have been terribly sick with some type of respiratory virus and I wasn't able to get him to the vet as soon as he started getting sick. It wouldn't have helped anyway, Dr. Smith said that he was in kidney failure.
My heart is so broken, I truly don't know how I will live without my kitty boy.
Rest in Peace, Sweet Baby Douglas.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry *hugs*. I don't know what I'll do when my kitties pass away.
That's terrible! There's nothing quite like losing a pet. They're just part of the family. Sorry about your loss, chicklette.
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