I am very sorry to have to share this with you, but yesterday morning, we had to say goodbye to our dear, sweet, fool of cat, Rocky.
was a little concerned about him before the weekend, as he was
constipated. It was an issue we'd had with him before, and since he was
still eating and drinking, purring and screaming at me to let him
outside every five minutes, I wasn't overly worried.
changed on Sunday night, his breathing was off and he wasn't quite
himself. I got up first thing Monday morning to call the vet. He saw the
same vet who did Tux's surgery, and she was quite alarmed by his
breathing. After a full exam she gave me the bad news - his intestines
were full of masses (which explained the reoccurring constipation), his
right lung wasn't working, and the left one wasn't in good shape -
whatever was in his intestines had spread. While we were talking, his
breathing got even worse. We just didn't have any other options
Persistence pays off
The squeaky wheel gets the grease
Always use the buddy system - especially around water.
Enjoy the simple things in life
It's not about the destination, it's the journey
Sometimes, we all need to be pampered
And always, always soak it up when the sun is shining
I'm glad he got to see one last spring
Good bye Rocky Boy