My fat cat Ringo died today.
He had labored breathing and a blue tongue this morning. In fact, I thought he was dead, woke up David and he managed to perk him up again. It seemed like he was choking on something so we tried to pat his back, flip him over, everything. He managed to puke up some furry spit but was still struggling. We rushed him to the emergency vet in Carytown and without any consultation, they put him to sleep. I’m very angry about this but out of options. They said that he was in acute pain, put a tube down his throat, found no blockage and well, they made the decision without talking to us first.
Ringo was brought to me by my friend Stephanie 13 years ago when an elderly lady in her neighborhood found him in her yard. He was two weeks old, eyes barely open and fit in the palm of my hand.
I took him to a pet store to get mother’s milk replacer and they told me he wouldn’t make it. Ringo proved them wrong. I fed him around the clock for 2 months with milk replacer and turkey Gerber baby food. He was my baby. He would only sleep with my hand in his box at night and loved being sung to.
He was a lean healthy cat until he had a urinary blockage. He produced a certain type of crystals in his urine and needed to be on prescription cat food for the rest of his life. This caused him to gain a lot of weight. So, he was my 25 pound fat cat who was the best snuggler. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. All he wanted was to be next to you on the sofa or in the bed, in the middle of it all.
David and I will miss him dearly.
We love you Ringo.