For as long as I have known my husband, he has had his cat, Kitty. He got the cat some time after his mother’s passing, from a friend…evidently the cat, then named “Jacco”, did not play nice with other kitties – so Mr. Magoo kindly took him in. My husband was very familiar with cats and likes them, seeing as his mother had quite a few and loved the company of a cat.
When I met Mr. Magoo, Kitty must have been about 5 years old or so…it has always been hard to tell his age. He was a very frisky cat then – always very patient and such a nice Kitty. Fast forward some years, Mr. Magoo noticed he was soaking through kitty litter like no tomorrow, so off to the vet he went…diagnosed with diabetes – very common in male cats. So, there Mr. Magoo was, faced with a decision – to which he decided to put forth the money and effort it takes to keep Kitty alive and give him insulin every day.
While we were engaged, Mr. Magoo and I bought a house together – Kitty was very excited to be in a much larger place verses an apartment, seeing as he was an indoor cat. Then once we were married, I moved in – to which it took a lot of adjustment for both Kitty and I. For him, because I took away the attention of his beloved Mr. Magoo and for me, since well, I am not a cat person at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love animals, all animals…and I like to cuddle with cats…I just don’t care for them as pets for myself.
Needless to say, regardless of me not liking cats, or the fact that Kitty jumps on counters while we are asleep or having to smell the litter box – I’ve grown fond of him in certain ways. He would often snuggle with me while my husband was at work at night or just curl up next to me. I’d often get him to chase me, almost like a dog, while playing…sometimes I think he thought he was a dog! I even helped get him a bed of his own, a cat perch, would buy him toys – just so he would have a “place of his own” and maybe leave my things alone 😉
After being pregnant and having our son, my husband and I kind of lost focus of Kitty. I guess this is what happens when you have a baby and a pet – your pet no longer is your baby. Anyways, over the past two years it seems, Kitty has just become…old – 16 years and 2 months to be almost exact. We had endured seizures with him, insulin, vomiting and ruining things, scratching our couches up, you name it…
Recently he had begun to go to the bathroom outside of his litter box – like as in the hallway outside of our sons room. I searched online, but nothing seemed to arise. I don’t want my baby around that and well, it just is not clean…my husband and I are at our wits end with him….sick of his behavior and of cleaning up poop and vomit – Mr. Magoo was more or less ready to put him down, but I suggested to see the doctor first…so off to the vet he went today.
Our poor sweet Kitty is not only diabetic, but also is practically blind, obviously has arthritis, may have dementia (hence the going the bathroom outside of the box), has an enlarged liver, gum disease, has lost a lot of weight and had a heart rate today of over 300 bpm – totally not normal for a cat, not even a cat nervous of being at the vets. Apparently he may have hyperthyroidism…we will find out when we get the results of his blood work back. But where do you go from there? The decision is not an easy one – not for a pet you care about…even if you are not a cat person. Do you spend the money for a cat that is elderly? Do you let him live out his days? Do you say your final goodbye? It’s heart breaking, even though my husband thinks I have a strong disdain for Kitty – I don’t, he is a sweet cat. I know how hard this is for my husband.
For now, he rests peacefully at home.
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