Monday, November 16, 2009
Goose, aka: Goosetopher, Goosey-bear, Grumpy Old Cat
13 or so years ago, at the histamine-rich home of a cat rescuer, this cat climbed into my lap and became part of my family.
He's lived in 5 states and in 8 or 9 houses. He had a habit of carrying socks and tennis balls around the house (not at the same time). He could sleep 23 hours a day, but the sound of milk pouring into a cereal bowl would rouse him no matter where he was. Anyone bearing food or wearing dark clothes was his best friend.
Yesterday, he stopped eating and drinking and started having seizures.
Last night, I camped out on the couch with him, sleeping no more than fifteen minutes at a time to make sure he was okay.
This morning, he curled up in my lap as a mustachioed veterinarian injected a clear pink fluid into his leg to stop his heart. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
7 comment(s):
BTW, I love your blog, it always makes me smile.
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My thoughts are with you.
By mommagirl, at 11:29 AM
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