Apologies, this will be long.
I had to put down my Cheeto Wednesday night.
FIC flareup Saturday - fine in the morning, not at all fine by noon - resulted in an overnight at the vet for catheterization & IV fluids.
I brought him home Sunday & he retreated to his YouDon’tSeeMe cave under the daybed in the guestroom where the cats are fed & the litterbox lives.
This was par for his course. When I was gone 4 days last year, catsitter never saw either cat & Cheeto hid from me for 2 days after I got back.
I checked on him & was permitted to get myself down on the floor, reach under the bed & pet a paw.
Monday morning I saw him drinking & his food got eaten. Litterbox was used, not as copious as I’d like, but a Cheeto-size clump.
Tuesday I made another under-the-daybed visit, still allowed to pet him, but still MIA in the house.
Wednesday I went out to dinner with friends, got home at 9 & when I checked, he was very NQR.
TG, Emergency vet is maybe 10min away.
He weighed 1# more than Saturday & temp was 91°, I knew both bad signs.
Vet there agreed to catheterize, but when she did, belly was full of fluid.
So I said goodbye to my sweet boy.
I’d already decided at his last flareup - over a year ago - I wouldn’t put him through more.
So, Godspeed, my big orange boy, you had 4yrs hiding in my basement, then 4 more being my sidekick, literally.
“Helping” me around the house, glued to my side anytime I sat on the couch.
Your pal Bounce misses you, being more clingy than usual.
Invisicat in the guestroom “Ignore the cat behind the curtain!”
His debut when he left the guestroom:
Chillin’ with his BFF:
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