2 days ago, my poor little guy had to be put to sleep. It was completely unexpected. He was 5 years old, and up until a few days ago, appeared healthy. He looked good, he ate, he played like a normal cat. On Thursday he was a little sluggish, so I made an appt with the vet for Monday. On Friday, he was just completely lethargic, wanted nothing to do with anyone, would hide, and would not eat or use his box. I was worried, but was never expecting the outcome we got. I took him to the vet early Monday morning, and turns out he had end stage leukemia and lymphoma. He was not in pain, yet, but only had a matter of days left. As much as I loved him and wanted him with me, after talking with the vet, decided to put him down, I loved him too much to let him suffer. I left his little carrier at the vet, I could not bear to walk out with it empty. I have never been a big fan of cats until he came along. He was with me for the good times and bad, and I very much miss his quirky little personality. I still want to call him when I come home, and first thing in the morning when I wake up. I know this is a sad post, but was hoping it might help me feel a little better by writing about him.
A couple pics of Kitty...
Kitty checking out his mama's Easter tulips
Goodbye Kitty, thank you for all the good memories you gave us, mommy and daddy will miss you!
