The Light Of My Life Is Gone Options

[Christian B]

Bobby, my sweet, gentle, affectionate 15 year old cat, died this morning.

I'm hurting worse than I ever have before. I have lost my family of three cats in the space of less than two years. Bobby's twin brother, Vic, passed away in the summer of 2005, aged 14. In November last year, just two months ago, their 16 year old mother, Charlotte, died. Both of these losses were tragic, but had been preceded by long periods of general ill-health, so were not unexpected.

Over the last month, I had noticed that Bobby had been losing weight, and finding it hard to get up stairs. Less than a week ago, on Wednesday 3rd, it seemed like his stomach was swollen, and he wasn't eating much, so I took him to the vet to get checked out. My worst fears were confirmed, when the vet told me that Bobby had cancer in his liver, and that it was quite advanced. He wouldn't have long left.

Bobby's health deteriorated shockingly quickly, and he ate less and less each day. By last night, he could hardly stand up, and I knew the end was near. I stayed up with Bobby all night, to make sure he was comfortable and safe, and so he knew he wasn't alone.

This morning, I had to make that most difficult decision, though I knew the time was right to take him to the vet for the final time. I can't believe that he has been taken from me less than a week after his diagnosis, and so soon after losing Charlotte.

Bobby's death has hit me harder than before. I loved all my cats very much (and still do), but Bobby was special. He was the one who, until recently, slept on my bed, and woke me every morning. He understood me, and I understood him.

I was there when Bobby was born, and when he died. For this, I feel so privileged. I'll always love you, Bobby.

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[Furkidlets' Mom]

Christian,

I'm so glad that you've found the same comfort here as so many of us do. It's a Godsend, this site, that's for sure. And know that there are probably many more just reading all this sharing, yet not able to respond, for their pain. I often fall way behind myself and sometimes it's just not possible to keep up. Often I should be doing something else important....like finally getting to write my eulogy for Nissa! (I'm SO sorry, Sweetie! Mom will do it at some point!)...but then I read something and my heart breaks for everyone, so I just start typing away....

My kidlets were just as territorial, too....Sabin's big reign was our yard, while Nissa's was even more about the house. They never could make any friends!....only one, an orange cat named Tigger who lived down the street but liked to visit us. He made the mistake one day of not just waltzing into the house for a lie-down....but digging into Sabin's food! That was IT for that tolerance!! After that he wasn't even allowed in or around our property!....too bad, as he would have been a very good friend for them....sigh...

Now, when the possibly-stray cat I've taken to feeding outside comes IN to our house, and even has a nice claw on their cat-tree.....I always feel so guilty. And yet, I believe both Nissa and Sabin understand....how lonely and heartbroken their Mom is and how it also lifts my spirits a bit to see some cat doing something normal and cat-like, right in front of my eyes. It also helps me to remember them, and that can't be a bad thing.