We said goodbye today to Pix our cat of 10 years, he was a good cat, and like our other cats had his own distinct personality. From day one when he arrived on our back door step I knew he was going to be a great cat.
He was the only cat I knew that fetched a ball like a dog. He would wait in the kitchen and you could throw a bouncy ball down the stairs bouncing it off the walls and he run after it, find it, and carry it back up and drop it at your feet.
A few months ago he started loosing weight and we took him into the vet and was told after blood tests that he had Acute Renal Failure (ARF) and that there was nothing that could be done for him, that his kidneys were slowly giving out and eventually he would die. We took him home because at the time he was not in any pain; however, the last two weeks he has steadily gone down hill. First he stopped eating and then he stopped drinking, and we knew it was time.
So today, my son Dylan and I took him to the vet, caressed his coat while the doctor administered the cocktail to first quiet him down, and then to stop his heart. Those who know me will tell you I am pretty good in tough situations, and I don’t let my emotions show; however, I am not ashamed to say that I wept like a baby for him (and for DeLeesa who couldn’t stand to be there).
I know in my heart this was the best thing for him as he is no longer in pain, and as my good friend Mike will say, has passed over the rainbow bridge to now play with Max, Kuma, Blackie and Keiko.
Goodbye dear friend, I will miss you.