goodbye, Malcolm
Malcolm, my sweet kitty died tonite, a victim of severe kidney failure that was diagnosed earlier this week. i watched his body go from a seemingly healthy robust one to...
well, in the last two days he didn't move much. he stopped eating. he would sit on a dining room chair all freaking day and seem bothered by inquiries into his health and well being. he wanted to be alone. the vet's blood exam nailed it pretty easily- three separate counts spelled dramatic kidney shutdown, and the prospects for him were not good.
we went home with sub cu fluids, medicines, and an iron tonic... and not much hope. he had a 50-50 chance of recovery... for a month or two. then he would crash again like this. nevertheless, we made an effort. poking and prodding him when he wanted to be left alone.
today around 4 PM, i looked up from my work and Malcolm was not on any of the chairs. Chelle and i combed the house and just could not find him. i felt as if he maybe went off to be alone to die. Julia finally found him, still alive (if you can call it that) and when we pulled him our from under the bed, he mewed pitifully.
it was then that i called it. "come on- we need to take him to be euthanized. NOW." so to the emergency vet we went. the crappy one in berkeley that i hate. and there we both said our goodbyes to one of the goofiest cats i have ever known.
Malcolm loved to wrestle, be spanked, and people food.
he was forced onto a raw diet because grains in crappy pet food gave him colitis. he outlived his two cat sisters, Kitten and Emma, but not his youngest sister, Flutie Milar. he was part siamese, and as a result, very vocal. he would wander around the house talking to himself. he charmed everyone he met with gorgeous gynormous blue eyes. (never could get a decent pic of them, his retinas would shine back!)
and now he is no more. bodies are so fleeting and frail.