Heart Ache
I don't post in here much. I got out of the habit. But I still read it and I've kind of been poking again and I just really need to talk a bit.
My boy Lennon, my orange snuggle buddy, is sick. He's been fading a bit for the past year and we can't figure what is going on. He's lost weight and his stools have been loose and his farts are toxic. But he's still be loving and snuggly and moved about okay. He never really seemed in much pain (just a big here and there when pooping) so I just kept getting him checked and loving him and giving him meds when prescribed. Pixie has been an angel throughout it all, helping me and loving Lennon. Who doesn't love him, though? Even people who don't like cats say they love him. He's the most easy-going love bug ever. My little cinnamon roll.
This morning, he came into my bedroom limping badly, holding one of his back legs up, and making very sad and pained sounds. Micah carried him downstairs to make him comfy on the couch. Pixie brought him over to join her later. He will eat a bit and drink a bit when we bring him bowls but doesn't show much of an interest in getting up and going for himself. Though he did get down a little bit ago to use the litter box. Bless him. Such a good boy.
He's installed on the heating pad now and napping. He has a vet appointment tomorrow. I hope it's not the end but I worry that I'll keep him longer than is comfortable for him or good for him because losing him will break my heart. It's been a bit less than 3 years since I lost his sister Serendipity to cancer. Lennon is nearly 17. My sweet boy.
My boy Lennon, my orange snuggle buddy, is sick. He's been fading a bit for the past year and we can't figure what is going on. He's lost weight and his stools have been loose and his farts are toxic. But he's still be loving and snuggly and moved about okay. He never really seemed in much pain (just a big here and there when pooping) so I just kept getting him checked and loving him and giving him meds when prescribed. Pixie has been an angel throughout it all, helping me and loving Lennon. Who doesn't love him, though? Even people who don't like cats say they love him. He's the most easy-going love bug ever. My little cinnamon roll.
This morning, he came into my bedroom limping badly, holding one of his back legs up, and making very sad and pained sounds. Micah carried him downstairs to make him comfy on the couch. Pixie brought him over to join her later. He will eat a bit and drink a bit when we bring him bowls but doesn't show much of an interest in getting up and going for himself. Though he did get down a little bit ago to use the litter box. Bless him. Such a good boy.
He's installed on the heating pad now and napping. He has a vet appointment tomorrow. I hope it's not the end but I worry that I'll keep him longer than is comfortable for him or good for him because losing him will break my heart. It's been a bit less than 3 years since I lost his sister Serendipity to cancer. Lennon is nearly 17. My sweet boy.