Our grand old man, Elliott the Siamese, is at the animal hospital. In a few moments, we’re heading out there and having him put to sleep.
He’s an old man, arthritic and bleary-eyed from a recurring herpes virus outbreak. The last few weeks, though, he’s lost a lot of weight and become dehydrated; his appetite’s been non-existent, even for his finicky self. We thought the blood in his urine was a stress holdover from the problems we had acclimating Higgins to our household, but blood tests show his kidneys are not functioning right. It’s just time. 🙁
I’ve had this fella since he was 6 weeks old, just a little Siamese kitty who was only beginning to get his coloring. He’s a sealpoint apple-head, a good old soul, one of the best. It’s possible we could prolong his life by feeding him a low-protein diet (provided he’d even eat it), periodically administering sub-cutaneous fluids when he became deyhdrated, and other measures…But why?
God, it’s hard. He’s been my buddy ever since I got my first job after college in 1989. It’s so hard to let go, but we don’t want him suffering.
We have good memories from a few weeks ago, when he suddenly started coming into the office with us, wanting on our laps or on my chair all the time. He was sooo friendly, and would just sit and purr with me for hours. Then, this last week, he quit coming in the office and just stayed to himself in the living room. Three days ago, I saw a pool of bloody urine outside the litterbox. The next day, another.
Yesterday, we brought him to the vet’s office and they kept him to give him fluids and run some tests. I came by later to bring in some of his food from home, and he warmed up to me in moments. Oozing down onto his side, he offered his belly for scritches, purring loudly and kneading the air with his front paws.
He knows, loves and trusts us. Don’t we owe him a peaceful end?
Time to go now.