Keeping an eye on my baby boy.
Yesterday was a very, very sad day. Today we've been watching Tippy closely. He had a bit of a rough night, barfing from over-drinking water a few times. Diabetes makes one very, very thirsty, and it's having that effect on Tippy.
About an hour ago he was sitting in the kennel that used to be occupied by a dog, who is now not here much. We took pictures. Last night we took photos and a few movies of Tippy wandering around, interacting with me.
I just looked behind me, where Tippy was a few minutes ago, to see if he was still there. When I noticed he wasn't, I stood up, looked around the apartment and started to fret just a little in case he'd found a quiet spot to hide away from us so he could leave us on his own. Just as I came back to the computer, I found out where he was.
He was sitting in his favourite spot when we're at home... under the desk, at my feet.
It made me cry in a happy-sad kind of way. It's good to have him want to be with me. It's sad to know that this won't last much longer.
1handsomedevil and silveryone are coming here tomorrow to say goodbye to Tippy. 1handsomedevil, my former husband, is Tippy's dad.
1handsomedevil and my mother and sister gave me Cleo for a graduation gift, who had Tippy inside her, though we didn't know that immediately. We discovered it when we went back to the Humane Society to get her treated for a kitty cold. He did a quick check and said she was pregnant. He offered to have us bring her in the next week to get fixed, which would have also ended the pregnancy. She was so small, I figured it would be better to have her tiny litter and then have her fixed. Out of that, came Tippy. I was there when he was born.
I like to say that Cleo came with a surprise in side... a wonderful, sweet surprise that's brought me so much joy. I've given him all the love I can. He's still not eating, and is moving ever more slowly as the hours pass. Now he takes about a dozen steps and lies down for another nap. loved_by_2 and I are keeping track of him as much as we can, making sure he doesn't take a turn one way or the other.
It will hurt so much to let him go, but taking him to the vet tomorrow after his visit with 1handsomedevil and silveryone will relieve him of his suffering. I wish there were another answer, but there's not.
I love my sweet baby boy. I will miss his warm furry face getting scritches at night. I will miss him sitting under my desk at home. I will miss his meowing and poking at me to say, "Wake up, mummy!"
As I type this, with Tippy lying across my toes under the desk, I am still very, very sad.
About an hour ago he was sitting in the kennel that used to be occupied by a dog, who is now not here much. We took pictures. Last night we took photos and a few movies of Tippy wandering around, interacting with me.
I just looked behind me, where Tippy was a few minutes ago, to see if he was still there. When I noticed he wasn't, I stood up, looked around the apartment and started to fret just a little in case he'd found a quiet spot to hide away from us so he could leave us on his own. Just as I came back to the computer, I found out where he was.
He was sitting in his favourite spot when we're at home... under the desk, at my feet.
It made me cry in a happy-sad kind of way. It's good to have him want to be with me. It's sad to know that this won't last much longer.
1handsomedevil and silveryone are coming here tomorrow to say goodbye to Tippy. 1handsomedevil, my former husband, is Tippy's dad.
1handsomedevil and my mother and sister gave me Cleo for a graduation gift, who had Tippy inside her, though we didn't know that immediately. We discovered it when we went back to the Humane Society to get her treated for a kitty cold. He did a quick check and said she was pregnant. He offered to have us bring her in the next week to get fixed, which would have also ended the pregnancy. She was so small, I figured it would be better to have her tiny litter and then have her fixed. Out of that, came Tippy. I was there when he was born.
I like to say that Cleo came with a surprise in side... a wonderful, sweet surprise that's brought me so much joy. I've given him all the love I can. He's still not eating, and is moving ever more slowly as the hours pass. Now he takes about a dozen steps and lies down for another nap. loved_by_2 and I are keeping track of him as much as we can, making sure he doesn't take a turn one way or the other.
It will hurt so much to let him go, but taking him to the vet tomorrow after his visit with 1handsomedevil and silveryone will relieve him of his suffering. I wish there were another answer, but there's not.
I love my sweet baby boy. I will miss his warm furry face getting scritches at night. I will miss him sitting under my desk at home. I will miss his meowing and poking at me to say, "Wake up, mummy!"
As I type this, with Tippy lying across my toes under the desk, I am still very, very sad.