When I talked ABOUT him, I used his name, Bigboy. But when I talked TO him, I called him Baby. I got him from the shelter three years ago as a two-year-old and fell in love with his sweet face. Roy loved him, too. He had excellent kitty manners and was my constant companion, especially enjoying sleeping on any art quilt I laid on my work table.
Bigboy had breathing difficulties two months ago caused by fluid around his lungs, which the vet drew off. When he had more symptoms, x-rays showed a mass in his chest, and more fluid was drawn, giving relief only a few days. I could not bear to think of him suffering, so had to let him go two days ago. Everyone who reads this will be reminded of a similar painful experience in their own lives. Join me in being thankful for our pets and celebrating the joy they add to our lives.
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He was an wonderful cat to experience, quite an individual as all cats are. He had a fine life in your home, was much loved and contributed to your life as well. I will miss him, too. lkg
I'm so sorry for your loss.
That decision to let a fur friend go is incredibly difficult, yet it's one of the kindest things one can do.
Our pets love us so unconditionally and are so dependant on us for protection. I had not realized the depth of comfort the cat had provided since Roy's death until I had to enter an empty house. Four days later I brought home two kittens to foster for a couple of weeks (needed medicine 2x day). They will tide me over with sweet kitty love for a while!
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