14/09/2024
Last night, I had to take my foster cat Smokey to the animal ER. I've taken care of him for 4 1/2 years. Baby boy was hyperthyroid so was quite skinny, but he loved taking his meds because the meds were mixed with Temptations puree...he thought it was his treat twice a day.
When he was first here he didn't want to be around other kitties. But 2 or 3 months ago he started wanting to venture out of his room and mill around with the other foster cats. (I kept him in a room because I wanted him to have access to food always.) After a couple days he just wanted to stay out in the main room. The other kitties didn't bother him...I'm sure they knew he was old...it seemed like they were respecting his "elderliness."
A month ago I bought him an orthopedic flat bed and he slept right on it that night.
He used to come up on the couch to lay beside me at night during TV time. About a week ago, he slowed down on his eating and coming up on the couch. The night before last night, he was on his bed and I brought him over to the couch to sit with me...he stayed for almost an hour. Then he jumped off the couch, got some water, and came back to the couch. He was weak and I had to pick him up to put him back on the couch with me.
Last night he was moving from spot to spot on the floor and losing his balance, he was uncomfortable...so I decided it was time to take him in to see if there was anything that could be done to help him. The animal ER nurse told me he was very weak...it was a quality of life decision. So I decided it was best to let him go. I told him that when I get to heaven, I want him to live with me. Just before the vet administered the sedative, I rubbed under his chin and he moved his head to get a better scratch...he loved chin rubs.
So that was my time with Smokey. I called him Smokes and Schmocks.
You were a sweet little boy Smokey. I'm so glad I was able to have 4 1/2 years with you...and I'll always love you.