Firstly thanks to everyone who thought of my little Hattie and wished me good luck. Yesterday I got an amazing and unexpected phone call. After 6 nights in hospital she was finally ready to come home. No one ever expected it and I am so grateful. It took the edge off the pain of having to euthanise my 15 year old cat the day before. After stressing all week about the dog, on Wednesday night I found my cat unable to stand so rushed him to the vet thinking he too had a tick. As it turns out, he’d had a stroke or some kind of similar neurological event and after spending the night in the humidicrib with oxygen, by morning he was completely unresponsive. He was breathing but his body temperature was so low it wasn’t reading on their thermometers and his pupils were dilated and not responding to light. He was gone. I knew it when I cuddled him. He was just a limp shadow of his former glorious self and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
I think it’s the first time in my life I’ve ever lost weight being stressed. Probably the first time in my life I haven’t just sat on my arse and ate when I was sad. I actually experienced the lack of appetite from stress. I did make sure I got enough kj’s in that day (barely) and am thankful that I exercised in the morning before I got the news from the vet because for the rest of the day all I did was lay on the couch and cry.
Rest in peace with a million kisses my beautiful boy. Thanks for 15 years of smooches and meowing at me for food and meowing in the bathtub until I turn the tap on for you to drink and for the white fur up my nose and for scratching up my couch and for being there when I was alone.