Never really considered myself a sappy kind of guy. But makes you realize how important pets become in your life.
My cat Willie, got him from the animal shelter the month my wife and I moved in together. over 7 years ago. Beautiful double pawed pure white cat (not albino). 10 years old when we got him. Was abused and locked up alot that we can figure and ended up in the animal shelter. Didnt like doors closed anywhere. He turned around so much given time in our loving home. Was the most friendliest cat you met. Would go to anyone after that. But did not like dogs. Got in the face of my neighbors Golden retriever that snuck in to our house. And chased him out. Not a lap cat but that was ok. Real healthy cat never a problem with him till recently. Discovered a lump on his leg. Took him to the vets to discover it was a cancerous tumor. Did I say he was healthy? Took three of us to hold him for a shot. And even then he leapt out of all our grip. Strong cat. 16lbs. So he underwent a surgury to remove it. They did not get it all. So they had to go back in and get another surgury. Went through that fine. But the skin graft was having trouble adhering. Then today when I got up I found 5 piles of throw up and a pile of crap in my living room and he was just laying there. Could barely move and was shaky. Bleeding from his rectum. So got the wife out of work to come home and I took the day off and rushed him to the vets. We took turns holding him. Then as he was on my wife he started vomiting again and he could not control his bladder at all. Layed him on the table in tears and he could not even pick up his head. The vet rushed in and we tearfully asked him to end Willies suffering. 2 minutes later we said our goodbyes to a very beloved cat as the drug kicked in and my cats heart stopped beating.
Funny I still cannot come to grips with his passing. Not hearing him tearing through the house at 3am after taking a dump. Or the random meows. My wife took it worse but as a man I had to be the voice of reason of consolation. But now I cannot really deal with his loss.
All I can think about is that its my fault. Was the decision to give him the surguries wrong? All I can remember at this point is how many times I yelled at him for things. Jumping on the table, chasing the other cat,(Princess) Stealing bbq chicken and dragging it across brand new white dining room chair cushions and then the carpet. Why cant I remember how playful he always was. How even at the age of 17 he acted more like a kitten. Guilt is what eats at me now.
Dont know why I wrote this really. Just needed an outlet for my grief I guess. I cant really share this with the wife as I finally got her to accept that we made the right decision for him and that at least he didnt have to suffer for a long time. He was perfect yesterday. We dont know what happened and I guess we never will. He is at peace now and that is all that matters.
This cat meant the world to me. I just wish I would have shown that more. He was a wonderful cat and I will miss him terribly.
I have learned a valuable lesson. Dont take a pet for granted. Enjoy the time you have with them. If they scratch a chair,it can be replaced. If they make a mess, it can be cleaned. Jumps on me to be pet when I am not in a mood to,maybe thats what we both need, to be shown affection. I wont push an animal away again.
Willie you were the best pet anyone could ask for. I see that now. You were loved. Please rest in peace and forgive this stupid human.
No need to reply to this thread. Just trying to work some things out and needed to do something. This was the first real pet I ever had. My sister and father are allergic to animals so I never had one as a kid. I guess thats why this is so hard.
Rich
[This message has been edited by HIOSILVER! (edited 04-04-2003).]