RIP Big Boy
The Viking and I came home from shire meeting at 9:30. Usually Big Boy is antsing to go outside once darkness falls, but he wasn't interested. He was sprawled out on the couch. The Viking went to pet him and he started meowing loudly, unusual for him. I became concerned and got out wet food to entice him up. Nope. When I came back down to the sofa, Big Boy had changed position but was still lying down. So I tried to stand him up and he just flopped over. He had no use of his hind legs. They were cold.
We took him to the emergency vet where they confirmed that he probably had a blood clot to the blood vessel that fed his hind legs. He had absolutely no blood flow. Prognosis is abysmally poor and even if he could survive the next few days, he'd be in awful pain unless he was severely sedated.
So we did what we had to do. They sedated him to make him more comfortable and we spent some time with him. We took a couple of pictures since we had never gotten around to doing that before. We cried. And then I held him while we let him go.
He was an older cat, with a hard life as a stray. We knew we wouldn't necessarily have him in our lives for very long. But we thought we'd have more time than this.
We took him to the emergency vet where they confirmed that he probably had a blood clot to the blood vessel that fed his hind legs. He had absolutely no blood flow. Prognosis is abysmally poor and even if he could survive the next few days, he'd be in awful pain unless he was severely sedated.
So we did what we had to do. They sedated him to make him more comfortable and we spent some time with him. We took a couple of pictures since we had never gotten around to doing that before. We cried. And then I held him while we let him go.
He was an older cat, with a hard life as a stray. We knew we wouldn't necessarily have him in our lives for very long. But we thought we'd have more time than this.