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We`ve just got back from a week in Scotland.
We had a good time except for 2 things.
On the Friday night before we left our 16 year old cat Crazy took a turn for the worst. He has had 2 strokes in the past 6 months, and the vet says until his quality of life is bad he didn`t need to be put down.
After a night sleeping on our bed (which he doesn`t normally do as he couldn`t jump down) he had some food and a drink and went back to sleep at the top of the stairs. We all said goodby to him as we allways did when we went away and we warned my mum who was looking after the dogs, cat, gerbils, fish and garden that he was not well.
On Sunday I rang to see how he was and my mum said he had died in that morning. She had checked on him at 8 and he was wheezing so she rang my sister who was going to take him to the vets, but by the time she got there he had died. He had passed away quietly in his sleep.
They have buried him under the conker tree in my parents garden which I planted when I was 5.
My friends say that he waited until we had gone to die as cats do that. Normally they go away to die but he hasn`t gone out much since his first stoke as he was a bit wobbley.
Not quite so bad was that my windscreen wipers broke while we were on holiday, it was chucking it down and we had to go back to our site on the back of a lorry, luckly they were fixed the next day.
When I first got back and went up the stairs there was a box on them and I thought it was him. Now when I go up the stairs I expect him to be there.
I`ve sorted all his stuff out to give to a friend for her cats, and now the bathroom seems empty without his littertray and the landing is bare without his food bowl.
After having him for 16 years it seems strange without him.
At least my veggy garden has done well, lots of runner beans and carrots for the freezer, and the sweetcorn is coming on a treat.
We had a good time except for 2 things.
On the Friday night before we left our 16 year old cat Crazy took a turn for the worst. He has had 2 strokes in the past 6 months, and the vet says until his quality of life is bad he didn`t need to be put down.
After a night sleeping on our bed (which he doesn`t normally do as he couldn`t jump down) he had some food and a drink and went back to sleep at the top of the stairs. We all said goodby to him as we allways did when we went away and we warned my mum who was looking after the dogs, cat, gerbils, fish and garden that he was not well.
On Sunday I rang to see how he was and my mum said he had died in that morning. She had checked on him at 8 and he was wheezing so she rang my sister who was going to take him to the vets, but by the time she got there he had died. He had passed away quietly in his sleep.
They have buried him under the conker tree in my parents garden which I planted when I was 5.
My friends say that he waited until we had gone to die as cats do that. Normally they go away to die but he hasn`t gone out much since his first stoke as he was a bit wobbley.
Not quite so bad was that my windscreen wipers broke while we were on holiday, it was chucking it down and we had to go back to our site on the back of a lorry, luckly they were fixed the next day.
When I first got back and went up the stairs there was a box on them and I thought it was him. Now when I go up the stairs I expect him to be there.
I`ve sorted all his stuff out to give to a friend for her cats, and now the bathroom seems empty without his littertray and the landing is bare without his food bowl.
After having him for 16 years it seems strange without him.
At least my veggy garden has done well, lots of runner beans and carrots for the freezer, and the sweetcorn is coming on a treat.
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