Lost my beloved tuxedo cat
Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:51 am
Hello everyone, this is my first post but I just wanted to share with others who will understand how I feel about losing my beloved cat, Presley last Wednesday. I am absolutely heart broken and it has been a comfort to read of others experiences on your web site.
Presley was my first cat, he was just passed 15 when he died and I had had him nearly six years. He was an absolute joy to have and I can't believe I will never hear again his footsteps upstairs or him bunny hopping down the stairs.
Although he had arthritis which he was getting acupuncture and physio for (in fact he had his last session on the 11th July) I had not idea in fact how ill he was.
I noticed when he came home from a short stay in the cattery three weeks ago, that he felt a bit boney when I stroked his back and as I was keeping him inside during the day as I was getting work done outside (and a neighbour's cat Toby wasn't getting in to eat his food) that he was in fact eating only half of what he normally did. I toyed with the idea of taking him to the vet for a check up for a couple of days but wasn't sure it was needed until last Monday morning when I noticed that he hadn't really ate much the night before if anything. I rang the vet's that morning and took him down to the vet's on Monday night. John, when he seen him was concerned and asked for me to bring him in next day for tests.
When I brought him in the next morning, the veterinary nurse seemed a little surprised (as he looked fine) but when John rang later that afternoon the news was not good, in his words the x-rays were "nasty". He also said Presley had not handled the anaesthetic well and it had to be withdrawn. I asked if Presley needed to be put to sleep but John said we were not at that point yet and he wanted to run some more tests, using a different anaesthetic, the next day and to ring again on Wednesday afternoon. However John rang the next morning to say Presley had deteriorated over night and was now really struggling and that I needed to come down. I dropped every thing at work and managed to get there within 40 minutes. I was asked to wait when I arrived and then John came down to say Presley had just passed away. He showed me his x-rays and I couldn't believe how little lung function he had, they were only about a 10th of their normal size.
John then brought Presley in and I was able to spend some time with him, he was still lovely and warm. I just stroked and kissed him.
I took him to the pet crematorium and he was cremated that night. They were absolutely wonderful but I regret that I didn't spend some more time with him in the little chapel of rest they had.
I simply can't believe that he has gone so suddenly and am in pieces. I used to hate coming home and finding that he wasn't in the house or garden and I would worry until he came through the door. I can't believe that I will never see him at home again.
Sorry for being so long winded, the words are not coming out how I want them to (I didn't mean to be so factual). It just helps me to share a little bit of what has happened.
Many thanks
Presley was my first cat, he was just passed 15 when he died and I had had him nearly six years. He was an absolute joy to have and I can't believe I will never hear again his footsteps upstairs or him bunny hopping down the stairs.
Although he had arthritis which he was getting acupuncture and physio for (in fact he had his last session on the 11th July) I had not idea in fact how ill he was.
I noticed when he came home from a short stay in the cattery three weeks ago, that he felt a bit boney when I stroked his back and as I was keeping him inside during the day as I was getting work done outside (and a neighbour's cat Toby wasn't getting in to eat his food) that he was in fact eating only half of what he normally did. I toyed with the idea of taking him to the vet for a check up for a couple of days but wasn't sure it was needed until last Monday morning when I noticed that he hadn't really ate much the night before if anything. I rang the vet's that morning and took him down to the vet's on Monday night. John, when he seen him was concerned and asked for me to bring him in next day for tests.
When I brought him in the next morning, the veterinary nurse seemed a little surprised (as he looked fine) but when John rang later that afternoon the news was not good, in his words the x-rays were "nasty". He also said Presley had not handled the anaesthetic well and it had to be withdrawn. I asked if Presley needed to be put to sleep but John said we were not at that point yet and he wanted to run some more tests, using a different anaesthetic, the next day and to ring again on Wednesday afternoon. However John rang the next morning to say Presley had deteriorated over night and was now really struggling and that I needed to come down. I dropped every thing at work and managed to get there within 40 minutes. I was asked to wait when I arrived and then John came down to say Presley had just passed away. He showed me his x-rays and I couldn't believe how little lung function he had, they were only about a 10th of their normal size.
John then brought Presley in and I was able to spend some time with him, he was still lovely and warm. I just stroked and kissed him.
I took him to the pet crematorium and he was cremated that night. They were absolutely wonderful but I regret that I didn't spend some more time with him in the little chapel of rest they had.
I simply can't believe that he has gone so suddenly and am in pieces. I used to hate coming home and finding that he wasn't in the house or garden and I would worry until he came through the door. I can't believe that I will never see him at home again.
Sorry for being so long winded, the words are not coming out how I want them to (I didn't mean to be so factual). It just helps me to share a little bit of what has happened.
Many thanks