On Friday the 10th, we had to put our kitty Bob to sleep. He had recently started acting strangely, not eating and just not his normal self. We took him to the vet on Wednesday and they took blood tests….and 3 x-rays after a physical examination by the veterinarian. The doctor couldn’t find anything physically wrong with him…no broken or fractured bones….and the lab results came back the next day that he had a low white blood count. All organs, kidney, liver, etc. were functioning in the normal range. We kept Bob inside all day Wednesday to monitor him. He hid ALL day long under the couch or under a cabinet that had room for him to get under. When we went to bed, I gathered him up and took him into our bedroom. In the morning on Thursday, I found him in our bedroom closet having found a smallish suitcase to lie on….and he was sleeping in his own urine. SO SAD! After I got the doctors lab results…we decided he needed 24 hr care to get him eating again….and hydrated since he hadn’t eaten anything recently that we knew of. We took him around noon to the Emergency Vet Services that has 24/7 services. They started him on an IV drip to hydrate him….and gave him several shots, Vitamin B12, antibiotics…and anti-nausia medication so they could try to get some food in his tummy. By Friday at 4:30am he was starting to have seizures. Then they gave him Valium and some barbiturate to control the seizures. It was 6pm on Friday when I made the decision to put him to sleep. He wasn’t going to get any better according to the vet. (They think he may have eaten a mouse that was infected with some sort of parasite that goes to the brain). I went down there….spent about 10 minutes with Bob saying my goodbyes, and stayed with him when the assistant put him to sleep. Bob had recognized that I was there, I believe because as I was petting him and saying my goodbyes….he was just barely wagging his little tail. That was the hardest day I’ve had in a very long time! We brought him home and Zach was kind enough to dig a big hole in the backyard next to where we laid Patches down several years back. Tony was a work, but he and I had already built a box to bury him in that morning because it didn’t look good from the news we had that he had started seizing. So we showed 2 Socks Bob’s little body….Chrissie thought 2 Socks might be looking for him if we didn’t. Don’t really know if he understood what he was seeing, but the past 2 days, I’ve seen him laying out in the cool dirt on top of where we buried Bob. I’d like to think he does know that his little buddy is buried there and he’s watching over him now.
Here’s a picture of Bob I took in April or May.