mlegerto
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Last night I had to say my final goodbye to my baby Rumbles (my grey tabby). He was 21 years old and I got him for my 4th birthday. I cannot remember a time without having him with me. Being a very lucky girl, my dad got my two kitties for my birthday (tippy my orange/brown tabby).
I noticed a while ago that rumbles was getting small and losing a lot of weight (at this point he was already 19). I figured it was a normal part of getting older. He was extremely happy, eating well, drinking water and always following me around to be with me. On Sunday I had this feeling when letting rumbles that something wasn't right (I just knew him so well). I monitored him over the next few hours and decided that he needed to visit the vet (rumbles did not make regular visits to the vet due to his age...I knew he was older and not in the greatest health and I could not afford surgeries and tests. Vets in the past told me that he was too old for surgery anyways because he was not strong enough to survive). Wen we got to the vet, we found that he was very fragile and dehydrated. The vet gave him fluids under the skin and sent us on our way. He seemed much happier and full of life, wanting to cuddle with me and purring. Over the next few days we played the same game (he wouldn't look good, we'd take him to the vet, he'd be better temp. Then back to not so well). Even though I know he wasn't feeling well, I'd sit ere with him to pet him and console him and he'd purr. Not his normal purr though. Looking back, I honestly believe that he was fighting for me and trying to console me and tell me it's okay.
Finally on Tuesday, I could tell he wasn't doing well at all. He didn't want to move, barely wanted to cuddle with me and was not purring in his usual fashion. I called the vet to update them and they told me "this isn't good. We suggest you bring him in right away, but please do not come by yourself because it doesn't sound good". I knew at that point that Rumbles was in much pain and that I would have to make the extremely hard decision to say goodbye.
We went to the vet and just as I had feared, the vet agreed he was in extreme pain and had gave up fighting. We went through with the procedure.
Now I feel alone and like I have lost my best friend. I try to take my mind off of it with work and good memories of my time with Rumbles (and let's be honest, over 21 years there were a lot). It keeps popping into my head the moment when I was holding, petting and consoling (as I told him how good a boy he was and how much I loved him) and he took his last breathe. I keep second guessing myself and if I made the right decision, I know I did though. I couldn't see him in that pain and the chances of him making any recovery was so slim (they estimated that he only had about 20% kidney use left. There has not been a night since my 4th birthday that I had not slept alone at home without him. Needless to say, even with e assistance of sleeping pills I cannot sleep. When I close my eyes all I can think of is e final look I got at him.... Him laying lifeless on the table as I walked away.
I can not express the feelings that I have. I feel sad, depressed, lonely, lost and guilty. I just really really pray that Rumbles knows how much he was loved and how much he will be missed. This decision was made so that he wouldn't be in anymore pain, regardless of the pain I feel now. I feel broken hearted. To make matters worse, his sister, companion and lifelong friend is walking around my house looking and crying for him. Breaks my heart.
As I said, I know this is completely off topic from Disney, but I just had to talk to someone.
RIP Rumbles 1991-2013. I love you more than you will ever know and I thank you for fighting to stay wi me for the last 21 years. I will never forget you.
I noticed a while ago that rumbles was getting small and losing a lot of weight (at this point he was already 19). I figured it was a normal part of getting older. He was extremely happy, eating well, drinking water and always following me around to be with me. On Sunday I had this feeling when letting rumbles that something wasn't right (I just knew him so well). I monitored him over the next few hours and decided that he needed to visit the vet (rumbles did not make regular visits to the vet due to his age...I knew he was older and not in the greatest health and I could not afford surgeries and tests. Vets in the past told me that he was too old for surgery anyways because he was not strong enough to survive). Wen we got to the vet, we found that he was very fragile and dehydrated. The vet gave him fluids under the skin and sent us on our way. He seemed much happier and full of life, wanting to cuddle with me and purring. Over the next few days we played the same game (he wouldn't look good, we'd take him to the vet, he'd be better temp. Then back to not so well). Even though I know he wasn't feeling well, I'd sit ere with him to pet him and console him and he'd purr. Not his normal purr though. Looking back, I honestly believe that he was fighting for me and trying to console me and tell me it's okay.
Finally on Tuesday, I could tell he wasn't doing well at all. He didn't want to move, barely wanted to cuddle with me and was not purring in his usual fashion. I called the vet to update them and they told me "this isn't good. We suggest you bring him in right away, but please do not come by yourself because it doesn't sound good". I knew at that point that Rumbles was in much pain and that I would have to make the extremely hard decision to say goodbye.
We went to the vet and just as I had feared, the vet agreed he was in extreme pain and had gave up fighting. We went through with the procedure.
Now I feel alone and like I have lost my best friend. I try to take my mind off of it with work and good memories of my time with Rumbles (and let's be honest, over 21 years there were a lot). It keeps popping into my head the moment when I was holding, petting and consoling (as I told him how good a boy he was and how much I loved him) and he took his last breathe. I keep second guessing myself and if I made the right decision, I know I did though. I couldn't see him in that pain and the chances of him making any recovery was so slim (they estimated that he only had about 20% kidney use left. There has not been a night since my 4th birthday that I had not slept alone at home without him. Needless to say, even with e assistance of sleeping pills I cannot sleep. When I close my eyes all I can think of is e final look I got at him.... Him laying lifeless on the table as I walked away.
I can not express the feelings that I have. I feel sad, depressed, lonely, lost and guilty. I just really really pray that Rumbles knows how much he was loved and how much he will be missed. This decision was made so that he wouldn't be in anymore pain, regardless of the pain I feel now. I feel broken hearted. To make matters worse, his sister, companion and lifelong friend is walking around my house looking and crying for him. Breaks my heart.
As I said, I know this is completely off topic from Disney, but I just had to talk to someone.
RIP Rumbles 1991-2013. I love you more than you will ever know and I thank you for fighting to stay wi me for the last 21 years. I will never forget you.