He's a Siamese. i've been taking care of him & his brother since 2012.
Honestly... he's a pain in the @ss.
And, for several years, i had been waiting for him to kick-the-bucket.... so i could finally be rid of him.
But Two summers ago, he was pissing on my stuff (yet again), so i took him to the vet.
Doc said X-rays showed he had TWO tumors; one near his bladder, and i forget where the other was.
Given his age... the Doc told me that, as long as he was still eating, and still seemed fine.... to just roll with it.
Doc gave him some fluids, and i took him back home.
Our relationship changed after that.
Not sure how exactly.... but it did. He just stopped pissing around. Maybe it was because i was Home/not-working for the summer. Or maybe it was because i felt guilty about not taking him to the vet sooner. Either way... he & i suddenly started getting along.
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Fast-forward 2 years later... and now the time has come.
Kidney Failure.
He stopped eating... so i knew it was bad (even before the diagnosis).
So now, here i am.
Gonna have to put the guy down tomorrow.... and im freak'in devastated.
I don't know.... i guess i assumed they'd eventually go "peacefully in their sleep".
But Life rarely works that way.
Mercifully,
The sun came out today.
The high somehow got up to 60 degrees.
He and i sat out on the porch for the afternoon... it actually felt warmer.
Amos always liked the outside.
Walking around.. eating the grass... and throwing up in the house (did i mention he's a PITA??)
One last halfway-decent day together.... i'm grateful for that.
Still Hurts....
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