r/RenalCats • u/michemel • 15h ago
Pet loss Saying Goodbye
I've scheduled it for today at 3:30.
Saying goodbye after 18 years together is so hard. He's been a shadow of himself for 2 days, but still eating and drinking and using the litter box. He hasn't slept in my arms for the last 2 nights. I don't want to say goodbye.
I'm so glad he found me 18 years ago. My dad had called, a giggle in his voice. He hadn't even said it but I knew. "Did you find a cat?!" Payback, for 20 years of my life finding cats that needed homes and bringing them to my parents. He was wandering inside the dollar store!
I tried to give him away that weekend! As he left in their arms, I saw those big eyes and knew he was mine. He came back to me 2 days later. He wasn't the right fit for them.
He arrived a couple weeks after I had said goodbye to my 17 year old kitty from her fight with ckd. It was October 2008 when he came into my life. He was a lover and cuddler kitty from the start. I didn't think I was ready for him but he was ready for me!
That season of my life was a lot. My marriage had just ended. My brother had recently died. My soul kitty died. He's been with me through bad relationships, re-marriage, city moves, province moves, a country move! He's been with me finding new love, a man I could be proud to call my husband, having a baby, and letting our child hold her first kitty.
He has lived with dogs, and mastered them. He was chased up a tree by one of them! He's caught birds, mice, chipmunks, insects and lizards. He's flown on planes, gone through customs and did amazing. He has turned non-cat lovers into humans who will do anything for him.
From a young age, he abided somehow by our unspoken code: he could go outside as long as he didn't hop the fence. Somehow, he never has. At first, I would let him wander the yard with his harness on attached to the rope and he would drag it around. He never tried to escape by jumping. To come back in, he would ring his 'doorbell'. Last week, he finally taught himself to use the doggy door!
After his diagnosis last year, he saw a cat through the screen window in the front yard. He busted through that at 17 years old, like the Kool Aid Man and chased that cat away! Last month, he yelled at another cat in the backyard to "get off my lawn!" That cat left too. It's not the first time. With his back up squad of big dogs, he was fearless in his old age. When he was younger, he went solo on those missions.
We had some rough years, where he would pee his emotions. He ruined hard wood floors, a piano, a couch, a bed... One time, he started backing up and I thought to myself "No way" as you sprayed me! Where other people would have given up, I didn't. Once I realized he needed to be an only cat, he 100% changed that bad behavior. Even though he loved the other cat to pieces! When they first met, he licked Buddy so much his long fur was slicked back. He tried with Loki too, but she would have none of it. Buddy and Little Man we're always cuddled up together sleeping in baskets, kitty hammocks and in the sun. Inseparable, each weighing between 16-20lbs the hammocks were essentially on the ground. He weighed in at 7lbs yesterday. He's so frail now.
This year has been too much. You were there waiting for me after surprise open heart surgery and we had to find a new way to cuddle at night. You never stepped on my sternum and always do careful. I am sure your giant purr helped fuse my bones back together!
My sweet Little Man, how I will miss you. For the first time, I have no other kitty with me and we're not at a place in life where I can have another kitty. I'm not sure what lays beyond for this next adventure, but I hope it's filled with all the chicken party you can eat, all the best sunny spots, and your purrs fill the world.
100 years wouldn't have been enough with him.
Edit: I discovered a couple months ago he loved salmon. I cooked a big fillet for him and he went feral for it, grabbed a massive piece and tried to run away with it 😂 He ate two big servings of salmon.