My cat of twelve years died on my birthday. He had been sick with Triaditis for about 6 weeks and I had to feed him through a tube 3 times a day. Each time would take about an hour and a half.
He was getting better, too. Putting on weight, and ate his own meals for 5 days. But the E-tube got infected and so we took it out 2 days early.
He got home. He vomited. He stopped eating for two days. He started vomiting and acted in pain and so I took him in again. They discovered fluid in his abdomen. He was too skinny from his digestion issues for a further hospitalization and he was in pain.
He slept each night in my armpit with his head on my shoulder.
I worked from home before the pandemic, and so I was with him almost all of the time for his life. I loved his tiny 6 lb ass.
He was a bathroom communist. It could be 3 a.m. and I could check that he was asleep, and when I looked up from sitting on the toilet, the door would be slightly ajar and he’d be in front of me watching the door.
My cat of twelve years died on my birthday. He had been sick with Triaditis for about 6 weeks and I had to feed him through a tube 3 times a day. Each time would take about an hour and a half.
He was getting better, too. Putting on weight, and ate his own meals for 5 days. But the E-tube got infected and so we took it out 2 days early.
He got home. He vomited. He stopped eating for two days. He started vomiting and acted in pain and so I took him in again. They discovered fluid in his abdomen. He was too skinny from his digestion issues for a further hospitalization and he was in pain.
He slept each night in my armpit with his head on my shoulder.
I worked from home before the pandemic, and so I was with him almost all of the time for his life. I loved his tiny 6 lb ass.
He was a bathroom communist. It could be 3 a.m. and I could check that he was asleep, and when I looked up from sitting on the toilet, the door would be slightly ajar and he’d be in front of me watching the door.
I miss you, little dude.
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