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Stubby
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Sorry, no question, just to say that my beloved cat Stubby passed away at 4am this morning. He'd had a heart murmur for a while and had spent all week trying to rid himself of a furball, without success. I think the strain was too much for him. I stayed with him for the last three nights whilst he retched and drooled and it has been a terrible time for all. I don't know what I'm going to tell my Dad when he comes out of the hospital.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Sorry for not replying sooner. Thank you for all your kind messages. We did take him to the vet, who saw little problem as he was not retching and drooling at that precise time. He was given tablets, an injection and a gel to help bring up the furball. I didn't mention it at the time as I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't realise that within 24 hours, we would be taking in his body for cremation. He had been to the vet only 2 weeks previous, due to some vomiting. He had blood and urine tests which came back clear. They said that for his age, he was in remarkable condition.
Grandma Yiddo, I hope that you are in a better state than me. So sorry to hear your news. I got up at 6 and was waiting for the usual maow of wanting breakfast. It's hard going into the lounge and not giving his face a rub, which was always welcomed with engine-like purring. I know that he had a good life, as he had been a stray, who walked into my house one night and never left. He was, according to the vet, approximately 9 month old. He lived to be 15, so I can't really complain. The oddest thing is that he walked in while I was watching the Jimi Hendrix night on BBC2, all those years ago. On New Years Eve, I watched a programme about Hendrix on BBC2 from 2 till 3, whilst I watched over him and he died an hour later.
At the hospital yesterday, I introduced the idea to Dad that Stubby wasn't well, so it's a start towards the truth. Dad's heart is not good, so I'm doing it gradually, to ease the impact. He'll probably not remember though.
I'll sign off now, as I want a bath before today's hospital visit.
Grandma Yiddo, I hope that you are in a better state than me. So sorry to hear your news. I got up at 6 and was waiting for the usual maow of wanting breakfast. It's hard going into the lounge and not giving his face a rub, which was always welcomed with engine-like purring. I know that he had a good life, as he had been a stray, who walked into my house one night and never left. He was, according to the vet, approximately 9 month old. He lived to be 15, so I can't really complain. The oddest thing is that he walked in while I was watching the Jimi Hendrix night on BBC2, all those years ago. On New Years Eve, I watched a programme about Hendrix on BBC2 from 2 till 3, whilst I watched over him and he died an hour later.
At the hospital yesterday, I introduced the idea to Dad that Stubby wasn't well, so it's a start towards the truth. Dad's heart is not good, so I'm doing it gradually, to ease the impact. He'll probably not remember though.
I'll sign off now, as I want a bath before today's hospital visit.