Saturday, December 13, 2008

A Sad Farewell

He was a good cat. A great cat. When we were picking them out at the shelter, we noticed him immediately. His super-soft fur and big, pleading eyes. He had been found in a dumpster, fighting for his life while his mother and litter had abandoned him - we named him Dempsey, after Jack Dempsey, a prizefighter. That's what Demps was. A fighter. He was a sweet, sweet little kitten. He loved lap and sunshine and cuddling up against you when you were sleeping. If you were feeling sick, he'd sit with you on the couch all day. Having had a taste of human food at an early age, he was always trying to beg your food - no matter what it was. 

He was only a year old, but we could notice definite changes in his behavior. This november, around Thanksgiving, he wasn't eating right - we took him to the vet and put him on antibiotics, and he seemed to recover. The aversion to eating came back this December, and we took him back to the vet - he wouldn't eat anything. Not kitten treats, not baby food, not specialty food, not wet food - nothing. And he wouldn't drink any water. The vet did an x-ray and revealed that one of his lungs was nearly collapsed, the other filled with fluid. Feline infectious peritonitis, an uncurable congenital defect, was claiming our tiny beloved kitten. So we had to do it - what else could we do? He will be missed, but certainly not forgotten.

5 comments:

  1. So, so sorry about your kitty. We knitters loves our kitties, don't we?

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  2. Hannah, I'm so sorry to hear about your sweet kitty.

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  3. Oh, poor little Demps. Hugs to you. I'm so sorry.

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