My boy Bill died recently. He was an orange tabby just like the picture.
Many of you followed the journey of myself and Bill (what a pair he and I were).
The Vet said, "Take him home, make him comfortable. His kidneys are shot and his pancreas is so inflamed he only has a few weeks to live". This Vet knows his stuff. He's been a Vet for 35 or more years. He retired at the end of last December.
Where was I? Been awhile since I've been on here. Those of you long-timers are familiar with Annabelle (me).
Anyway, I took my boy home and for the first maybe 2 or so days fed him boiled human chicken breast. Then I had an epiphany (otherwise known as the other side of my pea brain).
It said, "Look Annabelle, why not give him the food he loves and will eat it". I'd been giving him special prescription food up until then.
Sooooo....(are you still here...if you can follow me..worry about your brain). OK, off track again....
I went to the store, got lots Sheba...started feeding him that. He gobbled it up.
But the one thing that kept my boy Bill going for an EXTRA 4 years (yes that isn't a type)...was that my friend (the Vet's assistant) came every day except Sunday and hydrated him. It became routine. He'd lay on her lap and I swear he smiled. What? You don't think a cat can smile...You didn't know Bill...wonder boy!
Anyway, my list of all of the thanks I'm thankful would fill up this board. Just the fact that I'm sitting here typing is a miracle. No detail, you old-timers (like myself) know my story.
Anyway, I'm not quite ready for another cat. Bill was around 15-16 years old. He was an adult when I adopted him.
Everyone that came around would ask if I'd adopt them. Ha! Bill lived the life of luxury. He deserved that and more.
Anyway, take care all of you. I mainly got on here because I'm going over to maybe "Community". I need an answer to my question. I can't stay on long because my neck hurts sitting up on a hard chair for too long.
See you there!