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captain_slinkyLast night, Huffy (the cat who is dieing) decided he wanted to go outside for a bit. Who was I to deny him anything in these, his final days? It was about midnight. I let him out the back door and decided to keep an eye on him, walking just a few steps behind him. He went around the corner of the house in to the back yard and was *gone*. Not "Kick The Bucket" gone, I mean he just kind of disappeared! I thought "Uh oh", but then he just as suddenly reappeared and looked at me to say "Goodbye", then turned around and walked away slowly so I could see him dissolve in to the shadows. I figured I better say it just in case... I said "Bye, Huffy... thank you..." and went inside to cry a little bit.
At 1:30am it was time for me to go to bed, so I went outside to call for Huffy one last time not really expecting him to come. I walked laps around the yard for a half hour quietly calling for him as to not disturb the neighbors, finally gave up and headed inside. Just as I opened the door, he darted inside between my legs and headed to his food bowl! DANG IT, CAT! Don't DO that to me!
He ate three bites of wet food then went to lie down in his Sick Spot (corner of the couch). Didn't drink at all, I was able to force another 5ml of water down his throat with the syringe despite his protest. Then we all went to sleep.
This morning, Huffy seemed quite chipper, and all his food was gone (the other cat could have eaten it, though). He REALLY wanted to go outside. I said okay and let him (and the other cat, Joey) outside. An hour later I called for them both... Joey came right to the door but wouldn't come inside without Huffy, who was nowhere to be seen.
Once again I did the rounds, circling the house calling for Huffy. No luck.
Then Molly woke up and the first thing she wanted to know was "Where is Huffy", and I had to tell her that Huffy was missing. She was brave and started saying "The doctor was right; Huffy is gone FOREVER" while holding back the tears and so we went and talked about it. Yes, Huffy just might be gone forever, everybody has to die eventually, it's good to cry but we need to remember all the good times. I told her all the stories about Huffy, how we adopted him, how he saved my life in the fire, how he went missing once and we found each other after three days, how he always gave everything head-butts, how he was our mighty protector cat... we laughed and cried a lot. We also went outside together to call for Huffy (just in case) and Molly kept on saying "Huffy, I love you!!!" It was heartbreaking. Eventually we came inside and Molly said "Well I guess NOW we have to get a Puppy".
No more than 5 minutes later, Huffy was standing at the back boor meowing to be let in.
"I'M GONE FOR A FEW HOURS AND YOU'RE READY TO REPLACE ME WITH A FRIGGIN' DOG?!?!?!"
He went to his food bowl but didn't eat anything. Wouldn't let me give him any water. Just wants to lay in his sick spot and be petted. I'm okay with that for now :)
At 1:30am it was time for me to go to bed, so I went outside to call for Huffy one last time not really expecting him to come. I walked laps around the yard for a half hour quietly calling for him as to not disturb the neighbors, finally gave up and headed inside. Just as I opened the door, he darted inside between my legs and headed to his food bowl! DANG IT, CAT! Don't DO that to me!
He ate three bites of wet food then went to lie down in his Sick Spot (corner of the couch). Didn't drink at all, I was able to force another 5ml of water down his throat with the syringe despite his protest. Then we all went to sleep.
This morning, Huffy seemed quite chipper, and all his food was gone (the other cat could have eaten it, though). He REALLY wanted to go outside. I said okay and let him (and the other cat, Joey) outside. An hour later I called for them both... Joey came right to the door but wouldn't come inside without Huffy, who was nowhere to be seen.
Once again I did the rounds, circling the house calling for Huffy. No luck.
Then Molly woke up and the first thing she wanted to know was "Where is Huffy", and I had to tell her that Huffy was missing. She was brave and started saying "The doctor was right; Huffy is gone FOREVER" while holding back the tears and so we went and talked about it. Yes, Huffy just might be gone forever, everybody has to die eventually, it's good to cry but we need to remember all the good times. I told her all the stories about Huffy, how we adopted him, how he saved my life in the fire, how he went missing once and we found each other after three days, how he always gave everything head-butts, how he was our mighty protector cat... we laughed and cried a lot. We also went outside together to call for Huffy (just in case) and Molly kept on saying "Huffy, I love you!!!" It was heartbreaking. Eventually we came inside and Molly said "Well I guess NOW we have to get a Puppy".
No more than 5 minutes later, Huffy was standing at the back boor meowing to be let in.
"I'M GONE FOR A FEW HOURS AND YOU'RE READY TO REPLACE ME WITH A FRIGGIN' DOG?!?!?!"
He went to his food bowl but didn't eat anything. Wouldn't let me give him any water. Just wants to lay in his sick spot and be petted. I'm okay with that for now :)
