*hangs head*
Sometime in 1994, a kitty was born, in the middle of 1995, my friend brought him to us, and we kept his name, Whiskers.
He was a good natured cat, enjoying skritches especially on his cheeks, and only scratched us on accident. He even sounded apologetic when he'd pee or poo outside of his litterbox.
He's the only cat I know of that would allow himself to be held on his back to get belly skritches. One time he even went to sleep like that, in my arms, like a baby.
He was a great cat, and we pampered him.
Late last year, he got sick, and the vet gave us some antibiotics and ear drops to help him get better; and for a while it worked.
But for the past couple months, he got worse and worse, and we didn't have the money to take him back to the vet until today.
He was worse than we thought, but it's what I feared.
The vet said that he probably had a tumor in the back of his head; that is what was making him so sick.
Trying to treat him couldn't guarantee that he'd get better, the treatments would put a lot of stress on his already weakened body and his health might not even get better afterwards.
I could barely talk loud enough to tell the vet that putting him to sleep would be best for him.
Mom was with us, and she broke down crying hearing the news.
When the vet mentioned that she can bring Whiskers in so we can be with him when he goes to sleep, I instantly said 'yes' loud enough that she didn't get a chance to say the other option.
She left, and brought Whiskers back after giving him the shot to put him to sleep, he was already groggy.
We skritched him and said our goodbyes, he knew we were there with a twitch of his tail. After a minute or two, he was asleep, and the vet gave him the final shot.
He'll be missed greatly, he was a part of our family, but I am glad we gave him a long, happy and pampered life.
Goodbye Whiskers, I hope you're happy wherever you are now.
He was a good natured cat, enjoying skritches especially on his cheeks, and only scratched us on accident. He even sounded apologetic when he'd pee or poo outside of his litterbox.
He's the only cat I know of that would allow himself to be held on his back to get belly skritches. One time he even went to sleep like that, in my arms, like a baby.
He was a great cat, and we pampered him.
Late last year, he got sick, and the vet gave us some antibiotics and ear drops to help him get better; and for a while it worked.
But for the past couple months, he got worse and worse, and we didn't have the money to take him back to the vet until today.
He was worse than we thought, but it's what I feared.
The vet said that he probably had a tumor in the back of his head; that is what was making him so sick.
Trying to treat him couldn't guarantee that he'd get better, the treatments would put a lot of stress on his already weakened body and his health might not even get better afterwards.
I could barely talk loud enough to tell the vet that putting him to sleep would be best for him.
Mom was with us, and she broke down crying hearing the news.
When the vet mentioned that she can bring Whiskers in so we can be with him when he goes to sleep, I instantly said 'yes' loud enough that she didn't get a chance to say the other option.
She left, and brought Whiskers back after giving him the shot to put him to sleep, he was already groggy.
We skritched him and said our goodbyes, he knew we were there with a twitch of his tail. After a minute or two, he was asleep, and the vet gave him the final shot.
He'll be missed greatly, he was a part of our family, but I am glad we gave him a long, happy and pampered life.
Goodbye Whiskers, I hope you're happy wherever you are now.