It's been a very sad week for me. On Tuesday, our cat, Moose, suffered from a blood clot (from underlying heart disease the vet said). Poor Moosie was in such incredible pain and almost instantly paralysed in his two back legs. We rushed him to the Animal Hospital and the very nice veterinarian there gave us the incredibly distressing news that there was no other choice than to euthanize him. Moosie was twelve.
I've often called him a cranky old cat but I guess he just had a very strong personality. I sure miss him. He would shadow me all around the house and I'd always be talking to him. He'd sleep with me every night. He'd meet us all at the door. As soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd be there - patiently waiting with his head tilted to one side - until I'd 'settled in', so that he could hop up onto my lap / stomach and 'settle in' himself. If I didn't immediately start stroking the top of his head and the sides of his face, he'd just wiggle his head under my hand until I did. Moosie had his own way of getting exactly what he wanted. He ruled the house for twelve years.
If there is one positive, it would be that thankfully, it happened before I went to work. I would hate to think of him suffering alone all day long until I got home from work.
It's hard learning to live without him.
