Said a sad and painful goodby today to our little buddy. On 1/7 2013 we went to a shelter and rescued 3 cats. One of them was only about 4 weeks old and weighed less than a pound. That is why we named him Dink. He had been born in the walls of an abandoned house. Someone found him and his two living siblings and took them to the shelter
He grew up to weigh an amazing 16 pounds. All went well until a couple of years ago he had major dental problems and nearly stared himself to death. We got him fixed up and rehabbed and back to normal.
Shortly after that he was diagnosed with diabetes. Started the injections and special food.Check-ups every 3 months went well....until last Thursday. They found a tumor the size of a large lemon in his belly. We scheduled surgery for next Thursday.
For the last 5 days he has been in rapid decline. Finally stopped eating an drinking and losing weight at an alarming rate. Found him this morning lying on his side on the living room floor. He looked emaciated and could barely move.
I took him in to the vet and she checked him and said that she doubted he could endure the surgery. And even if he did his prospects for any kind of a quality life were poor.
Miss Pam and I knew it was time to say good bye. I was talking to him and petting him and holding his head in my hand when he took his last breath.
I'll be ok....eventually.
He grew up to weigh an amazing 16 pounds. All went well until a couple of years ago he had major dental problems and nearly stared himself to death. We got him fixed up and rehabbed and back to normal.
Shortly after that he was diagnosed with diabetes. Started the injections and special food.Check-ups every 3 months went well....until last Thursday. They found a tumor the size of a large lemon in his belly. We scheduled surgery for next Thursday.
For the last 5 days he has been in rapid decline. Finally stopped eating an drinking and losing weight at an alarming rate. Found him this morning lying on his side on the living room floor. He looked emaciated and could barely move.
I took him in to the vet and she checked him and said that she doubted he could endure the surgery. And even if he did his prospects for any kind of a quality life were poor.
Miss Pam and I knew it was time to say good bye. I was talking to him and petting him and holding his head in my hand when he took his last breath.
I'll be ok....eventually.