Well I was finally able to talk the woman into taking Tommy to the vet to have him put down. We talked about it and I convinced her that it would be the best thing for Tommy. It was kinda hard because she was so hopefull that he would pull through and be ok. If Tommy ate anything she thought he was going to get better, if Tommy purred when she pet him, if Tommy begged for food (LOL I taught him that lol), if Tommy wanted to go outside, any thing he did that he did when he was healthy she took as a ray of hope. Yesterday He was so weak though that he could no longer walk. He just kinda laid in the same spot all day. We were able to get him to eat a lil bit and he drank tons of water. I called her from work cause I was worried about the fluffy lil ####, and I was scared to death that he would go when I was at work almost two hours away, and I would not be able to comfort her. It was during that phone conversation that I was able to talk her into taking him to the vet. I explained to her that Tommy is suffering, and he was such a great cat that he didn't deserve to suffer. I reminded her that we agreed to give him the pills and do whatever it took to make him as comfortable as we could for his last days, and told her that Tommy is not very comfortable right now. She called the vet to set up an appt. and when I got home from work at 1:30 a.m. we dug a hole in a peacefull spot in our back yard underneath a big shade tree Tommy used to curl up under. I was waiting for the security guards of our development to show up w/ guns drawn, cause lets face it digging a hole at 2:00 a.m. using car headlights is a lil suspicious lol. Anyway we dug the hole and we both took a quick shower. It wasn't long after she got out of the shower Tommy started to cry. Each meow was weaker than the last. We went to check on him and he passed away in her arms. It was pretty painfull watching him take his last breaths. She took it pretty hard. Loretta is 52 y/o but in her 52 years she has only ever lost one person that she was close to (her mom) so she has never really expierienced death. She was crying and holding Tommy as tight as she could. She sat there sobing rocking his poor lifeless body for about 30 minutes. My heart was breaking because I loved Tommy, but also because she was so crushed. I have never been much good at expressing my sorrow, and I've never been good at consuling a person in greif. When she calmed down she cut a big fluff of hair off his tail, and wrapped a piece of tape around one end, so that she could keep a piece of him. we wrapped him in a blanket, put him into a plastic tote, and I took him out and buried him. It was hard, I put the box into the hole we had dug a lil while before and sat there in the grass just looking down at it for about 20 minutes. It was a very tough night, and we both knew it was coming. If not last night today at the vets. It was still hard.
Tommy was the greatest cat ever in the history of the world. All you other cat owners might think yours is the best, but your wrong Tommy was lol. He had the coolest personality. Just this go w/ the flow attitude. I'll never forget my daughter Kirsten loved Tommy when she was little. One day she was out just carrying Tommy around the house. One time she'd have Tommy over her shoulder, the next she would be holding him like a baby, and then the next she would have him tucked under her arm like a football. Tommy would just hang there, you could see in his eyes he was annoyed as ####. His eyes said "OMG get me the #### away from her!!!", but Tommy just would let her do whatever w/ him, Never growled hissed or even tried to get away.
Tommy used to go the the neighbors house and her 4 year old called him "Fluffy", and dressed Tommy in doll clothes and she's push him around in her stroller. He was so compacent, I always said he was like an action figure. You could do anything you wanted to him and he'd just roll w/ it.
He was just awesome. I loved the way he used to run at high speed on our hardwood floors but not go anywhere for a few seconds (kinda like Scooby Doo in the cartoons) he'd take off up the steps and jump on the railing in our loft, like all w/in seconds. The sad thing is he was doing that right up unto just about a month and a half or so ago.
The crazy cat loved pasta sauce. One time he got into the garbage and stuck his head into a sauce jar to lick all the sauce out lol his little white fluffy head was stained orange for a week lol
He loved to lay onto everything that ever came into the house, everything was for him. He loved to lie on my drawing book while I was drawing. One night I was working on a painting. I got up to go to the bathroom I came back to Tommy laying right in the middle of my painting. He had stepped in some wet paint and left lil orange pawprints across the painting. I guess I should have been ####, but I couldn't help but laugh.
I'm gonna miss the lil fluff ball. Thank you all for your prayers and your advise. Some of you braught tears to my eyes w/ your stories. I'm glad Tommy is in a better place, and he is no longer suffering
Rest In Peace Tommy. We love you. We will miss you always
"He makes me look thinner" Tony on why he picked Ryan to be his team mate. bet he's gonna enjoy his fair share of Krissie's cookies every weekend lol
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