May 21st, 2004
|05:14 pm - Sigh...|
Around 4:45 PM today, Groucho went on to the next big adventure. We couldn't keep him any longer... he was ready to go, and all we did was grant him a quiet, peaceful, dignified way on to his next life. I know we did the right thing, but it hurts nonetheless. He was, in my eyes, the perfect cat. Hard act to follow. So send him some good wishes to speed him on.
I'll miss him. No one else can perch on the back of my chair, steal my food, and sleep on my head quite like him. But I'm glad he's no longer suffering.
For those interested, the vet was 95% sure at the end that it was lymphoma, with -maybe- a 30-40% chance of regaining any semblance of health with chemo and all that. Bah.
He was 6 or so. We're sending him back to the mountains where he was born. It seemed fitting.
Going to go get food and throw it for the other cats in his name.
Current Mood: sad
Gods, Michael, I'm so sorry.
Don't know what to say, man. I've been there.
Big Hug...and hug Mary for me too.
My heart goes out to you hon. I know what it is to loose that precious feline close to your heart. My well wishes and prayers (tibetan though they may be) Are with him and you and alemya
I am so sorry, but it sounds like you made the right decision.
Ouch. I am so sorry that you had to go through this. I know how much you love your cats, particularly Groucho.
I hope you and Mary are doing as well as you can be.
|Date:||May 21st, 2004 03:38 pm (UTC)|| |
So long, Groucho, and good luck with your next adventure. The ones I heard about were always good stories.
|Date:||May 21st, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)|| |
It's so hard when pets pass on. My sincerest condolences.
*lots of hugs* Lots of love to you guys!
*HUGS* I'm sorry Mike. Sending you and Mary love.
Oh, I'm so sorry. *hugs* for you and Mary both...
Oh, no, I'm so sorry! :( I was hoping it would just be a manageable infection... my heart goes out to you. Groucho had a wonderful life with you two, I know--no cat could fail to. I'm so, so sorry.
*lots of hugs* It's hard losing pets. You want to protect them and it's hard knowing that sometimes you can't. So... *hugs*
I remember him sidling up to me and poking me with a paw. I wasn't quite sure if that was 'pay attention to meeeee!' or 'Uh, are you really alive?' Considering how tired and dopy I was when he did it, it could have easily been the latter.
What is remembered, lives.
My condolences to you all. I'm so sorry :(
|Date:||May 22nd, 2004 09:17 am (UTC)|| |
I'm very sorry for your loss. I wish so often our furry family members could live as long as we do. Much sympathy.
I so hate to hear that. My thoughts are with you and Mary.
I'm so sorry. I know what it's like, better than I like to. Hugs to you and Mary both. And the rest of the fur-babies.