Tigger -- 1990-2006, Precious' half-brother has joined him Options

[Precious' mom]

Yesterday was a sad day.
My dad took Tigger to the vet to see how much his cancer had progressed because the tumour on his head (next to his ear) had fissured and was leaking fluids. The vet said the tumour had erupted and that it had progressed to his entire ear and behind his left eye (it was almost shut, he could barely open it anymore). The cancer had moved very fast despite my efforts to do alternative vitamin therapy (Jazmin, it did help, trust me!) and it was an agressive skin cancer that went inward and grew with a vengance. Tigger was put to sleep and my father called me at work late yesterday afternoon and told me. Thank God the workday was almost over, I was a complete mess. This is the second cat gone in four and a half months, same diagnosis. Tig was 16, Precious was 19. Now they're together and that gives me comfort.
Thanks to everyone here for all of their prayers. They helped give some time with Tigger that meant so much. He was such a sweetheart!
Lisa

[Precious' mom]

Everyone --
Thank you so much for your kind words and wonderful thoughts! Tigger lived a very long and happy life. I never dreamed skin cancer would be the thing that would take his life. He was the most easygoing, laid-back, loving cat anyone could meet. He never knew a stranger; he took to everyone who said something to him and pet him and gave him a smile and a kiss. He was an adoptee too, my parents took him in when he just suddenly showed up at their back door one day in spring 1990. He became a welcome part of the family soon after. He and Precious resembled mirror images except Precious had more fur! Their colouring was exactly the same, even down to the tail...except Tigger had more Siamese in him, very short, coarse hair and clear blue eyes where Precious had agate-blue ones. Tigger was there for me so much after Precious died. I had taught him to walk on Precious' leash after his surgery this past June and he liked it. He stuck really close to me until the day he died (can't believe it's only been two days).
Dad and I knew it was time because Tigger looked like he was in a lot of pain. He was still eating but not like he once did. The eruption of the tumour and the closed eye was telling me that it was almost time but I was in major denial. I did not want to see him go yet I knew he was in pain and slept too much, a big sign something was happening. I was even feeding him vitamins and baby food in-between cat food feedings. Still, it helped lengthen his life a little.
Dad brought him home from the vet yesterday and my nephew buried him near all of the "favourites": Punkin, Sam and Sami, right beside the fireplace, the one spot he loved so much. I'm going to look for a stone with birds on it because he loved them (not only to watch but to occasionally chase; I never saw him kill one!).
I'm also lighting a big candle for him at Mass tomorrow and will have him blessed by the same priest that blessed Precious. It's a little hard because his death came at Christmastime but he was a very special cat and I know he and Precious and all of the other cats are together again. I'm sure my Mum is happy too!
Your prayers meant so much because they helped Tig stay alive a little bit longer. God bless all of you for being there!!!
Lisa