Post by Debbie on May 10, 2019 16:40:09 GMT -1
Fitting his thread is created just above Oogway's, even if they may change around in the future.
Monday, May 6th 2019 Mister crossed over the Rainbow bridge. It simply was time. After spending a weekend of his getting weaker, and more dehydrated, on Monday I made the choice to take him to the vet's. We were all fairly certain of the outcome, but he simply had to be rehydrated at the absolute least and to see if there was any hope or chance of a cure. It was clear after they took his temperature that his body was well on it's own way to shutting down, with the vet thinking liver and kidney failure. At that point, there was only one clear choice as he was already so uncomfortable.
Mister beat a horrific staph infection when he was 8. For months on end he lived at the vet clinic. He'd strayed up to our farm when we lived in Missouri, just prior to Blossom coming over from the UK. Near as we could figure, he was about a month, month and a half older than her. He was our 'oldest' pet for many years, though being in the eldest position did not always translate to being mature or wise. He was boon brother to Oogway and he took his brother's death very badly, mourning for easily over a year. I'm just glad he stuck around to brighten my days in the years after.
Mister wore many hats, guardian, rodent control, ghost wrangler, artist, big brother, teaser of dogs, energy worker, and so dearly dearly loved by me and Eldon. He beat the odds and had an amazing second life out here, enjoying his toys, sunroom, and personal kitty bedroom. He'd just had his 14th birthday on April 15th. The first night apart I cried myself to sleep. Day by day is 'easier', but still very raw over losing him. Our house feels so empty without him
Photos from happier days....
One of Mister's pawcasos. He loved to draw in the mud and the snow..
Monday, May 6th 2019 Mister crossed over the Rainbow bridge. It simply was time. After spending a weekend of his getting weaker, and more dehydrated, on Monday I made the choice to take him to the vet's. We were all fairly certain of the outcome, but he simply had to be rehydrated at the absolute least and to see if there was any hope or chance of a cure. It was clear after they took his temperature that his body was well on it's own way to shutting down, with the vet thinking liver and kidney failure. At that point, there was only one clear choice as he was already so uncomfortable.
Mister beat a horrific staph infection when he was 8. For months on end he lived at the vet clinic. He'd strayed up to our farm when we lived in Missouri, just prior to Blossom coming over from the UK. Near as we could figure, he was about a month, month and a half older than her. He was our 'oldest' pet for many years, though being in the eldest position did not always translate to being mature or wise. He was boon brother to Oogway and he took his brother's death very badly, mourning for easily over a year. I'm just glad he stuck around to brighten my days in the years after.
Mister wore many hats, guardian, rodent control, ghost wrangler, artist, big brother, teaser of dogs, energy worker, and so dearly dearly loved by me and Eldon. He beat the odds and had an amazing second life out here, enjoying his toys, sunroom, and personal kitty bedroom. He'd just had his 14th birthday on April 15th. The first night apart I cried myself to sleep. Day by day is 'easier', but still very raw over losing him. Our house feels so empty without him
Photos from happier days....
One of Mister's pawcasos. He loved to draw in the mud and the snow..
