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He's not coming home
A call from the vet. Claude, our Burmese boy, is not expected to make it through the night. He's on oxygen, in no pain, purrs when approached, but he's just too weak.
All very sudden. A day ago, he began panting and making odd noises. We thought he might have been bitten by some nasty or eaten poison, and took him in for a look. He came back, a verdict of anemia, and some diet recommendations.
Went back in yesterday, and they don't know what's exactly wrong with him, but cancer of the blood was a suspect. The kept him overnight, gave him a transfusion, but he's not getting better.
DD, who is Claude's constant companion, is devastated. She fainted in the vet's surgery when told the news.
Usually cats fade away over years or get run over. Claude's gone from superbly healthy to listless to dying in a couple of days.
For the first time in nearly twenty-five years, we've got no cats in the house.
Poor Claude. He's been our sleek brown panther for ten years, stalking the dog in the undergrowth and around corners, shopping around to find the best lap to sit on, lazing in the afternoon sun on our counterpane, rolling over for a tummy scratch, and bringing home mice to escape into the corners of our kitchen.
Affectionate, clever, elegant in that Burmese fashion, and a vital member of the household.
All very sudden. A day ago, he began panting and making odd noises. We thought he might have been bitten by some nasty or eaten poison, and took him in for a look. He came back, a verdict of anemia, and some diet recommendations.
Went back in yesterday, and they don't know what's exactly wrong with him, but cancer of the blood was a suspect. The kept him overnight, gave him a transfusion, but he's not getting better.
DD, who is Claude's constant companion, is devastated. She fainted in the vet's surgery when told the news.
Usually cats fade away over years or get run over. Claude's gone from superbly healthy to listless to dying in a couple of days.
For the first time in nearly twenty-five years, we've got no cats in the house.
Poor Claude. He's been our sleek brown panther for ten years, stalking the dog in the undergrowth and around corners, shopping around to find the best lap to sit on, lazing in the afternoon sun on our counterpane, rolling over for a tummy scratch, and bringing home mice to escape into the corners of our kitchen.
Affectionate, clever, elegant in that Burmese fashion, and a vital member of the household.
So sorry to hear it...
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((((((((((((((((Pete))))))))))))))))))
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Maybe you will get a kitten or two......
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Safe and peaceful journey, Claude.
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He's family, and it's never easy, and you're never ready,
Difficult as it will be, if it is at all possible to be there with him, try to do it (even your daughter). It will make his last moments calmer and it will be a comfort to you all afterwards, to know and remember that. At least, it did, for me.
{{{hugs and strength}}}
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{{{{{hugs}}}}} from me, and ~~~~~headbumps~~~~~ from Lilith and Marissa. (Extra ones to DD!)
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My thoughts with you all, especially your daughter.
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