I had to put Ivan down today. He had gotten sick last September with crystals in his bladder which then blocked him from urinating. He spent 2 days in the Vet hospital and came home ok. The last two weeks he has had recurring bouts with the same thing. Today he had another blockage and I decided he had had enough pain and suffering.
I had plenty of time since his first bout with this problem to get used to the idea of losing him, but it’s still hard. He was only 10 years old and I expected that he would be around for many more years. My other cat is almost 19 and I fully expected (and have been preparing myself) for her to go before Ivan. But that’s not the way life is.
I am remembering the good times I’ve had with Ivan – and the terrible pest he was – with fondness. My housemate always threatened to send him to the moon when he ate her plants, but she will miss him almost as much as I will.
I have such a terrific vet; he is so compassionate and honest. He told me the first time I brought him in that this was more than possible; it was likely. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I needed it so I could prepare myself. I treasured the time I had with him since I knew what could happen. This last week after his last hospital stay, I showered him with love and attention. Yesterday was a good day, we played and cuddled. I’m glad I have that to remember.
Hug and kiss your pets if you have them. And hug and kiss your family, too.