Today was a tough day.
Today was a tough day.
Tarzan is my cat's name.
He became my cat back on August 8, 1987 when I convinced my mother I needed a cat at the Hudson Old Home Days in Hudson, New Hampshire.
He became sick around the beginning of this year and was diagnosed with feline diabetes. At the time he was living with my parents who, being the wonderfully loving people they are, took it upon themselves to administer insulin shots every 12 hours and re-hydrate him every few days with a saline IV. Even though they put a lot of effort into maintaining him, he still deteriorated. He was very lethargic, and would seemingly urinate wherever and whenever it occurred to him. But when I came home, he seemed to perk up a bit.
So in June, I moved him in with me, and we had a great summer.
He would sleep in the bathtub, sit on the window sill, explore in the unfinished basement, and bat me in the face and howl every four hours to be fed. That was the biggest thing, he was eating again; and I'd feed him anytime that he wanted food.
Thursday, he stopped wanting food.
Today, I held him in my arms as I drove him to the vet in the pouring rain.
Today, I whispered his name in his ear and told him I loved him.
Today, I scratched his ears and rubbed his cheek as the needle went in.
Today, I stared into his eyes as they unfocused -- and became black.
Today, I had my cat put to sleep.
Today was a tough day.
I miss my cat.
Tarzan is my cat's name.
He became my cat back on August 8, 1987 when I convinced my mother I needed a cat at the Hudson Old Home Days in Hudson, New Hampshire.
He became sick around the beginning of this year and was diagnosed with feline diabetes. At the time he was living with my parents who, being the wonderfully loving people they are, took it upon themselves to administer insulin shots every 12 hours and re-hydrate him every few days with a saline IV. Even though they put a lot of effort into maintaining him, he still deteriorated. He was very lethargic, and would seemingly urinate wherever and whenever it occurred to him. But when I came home, he seemed to perk up a bit.
So in June, I moved him in with me, and we had a great summer.
He would sleep in the bathtub, sit on the window sill, explore in the unfinished basement, and bat me in the face and howl every four hours to be fed. That was the biggest thing, he was eating again; and I'd feed him anytime that he wanted food.
Thursday, he stopped wanting food.
Today, I held him in my arms as I drove him to the vet in the pouring rain.
Today, I whispered his name in his ear and told him I loved him.
Today, I scratched his ears and rubbed his cheek as the needle went in.
Today, I stared into his eyes as they unfocused -- and became black.
Today, I had my cat put to sleep.
Today was a tough day.
I miss my cat.