Thursday, our cat started having mild seizures. I carried him to the vet Friday morning. I checked on him Friday afternoon and he was still having them. He was also becoming aggressive, which he NEVER showed that behavior towards us, the vet or our little dogs.
This morning, as I was packing to go to a N-SSA regional skirmish, the vet called and said the seizures were getting worse. I knew what she was going to recommend, so I cancelled my trip and went to the vet's office. She had given Pretty Boy some meds to calm him down and I was able to pet him and tell him good-bye and that we would meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.
I'm not ashamed to say that I cried like a baby. I've had over a dozen or so cats in my life and none were as special as Pretty Boy. He and his sister showed up at the house 11 years ago. Even as a kitten, we could tell he was special. He would come when you called him and nothing made him happier that to curl up on my chest and sleep. He even loved having his belly rubbed. My wife is a dog person and didn't care much for cats, but even she loved Pretty Boy. He would jump up on the arm of her easy chair and put his paw on her. Then he wanted to be held. After a few minutes of being cuddled, he was content to sit on the arm of her chair.
Those of us that own or have owned dogs are familiar with the love that a dog can have in his or her eyes. That's what Pretty Boy had in his eyes, that deep love that few cats ever show.
Here are a couple of pictures of him with Dixie Belle. These two loved each other. Dixie passed last year and later today Pretty Boy will be buried next to her.
Lordy, I'm going to miss my buddy.
This morning, as I was packing to go to a N-SSA regional skirmish, the vet called and said the seizures were getting worse. I knew what she was going to recommend, so I cancelled my trip and went to the vet's office. She had given Pretty Boy some meds to calm him down and I was able to pet him and tell him good-bye and that we would meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.
I'm not ashamed to say that I cried like a baby. I've had over a dozen or so cats in my life and none were as special as Pretty Boy. He and his sister showed up at the house 11 years ago. Even as a kitten, we could tell he was special. He would come when you called him and nothing made him happier that to curl up on my chest and sleep. He even loved having his belly rubbed. My wife is a dog person and didn't care much for cats, but even she loved Pretty Boy. He would jump up on the arm of her easy chair and put his paw on her. Then he wanted to be held. After a few minutes of being cuddled, he was content to sit on the arm of her chair.
Those of us that own or have owned dogs are familiar with the love that a dog can have in his or her eyes. That's what Pretty Boy had in his eyes, that deep love that few cats ever show.
Here are a couple of pictures of him with Dixie Belle. These two loved each other. Dixie passed last year and later today Pretty Boy will be buried next to her.
Lordy, I'm going to miss my buddy.
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