Wednesday, October 12, 2005
it's the little things
We knew he was failing. He wasn't tending to his coat at first, then he stopped eating some foods he used to like and finally he lost a lot of weight and just stopped eating at all. The vet had warned us about 4 years ago that he was so fat he would eventually have heart trouble and we think that's what finally did it to him.
We had fed him a bit of human food - tuna - this a.m. to try to get him to eat, and we gave him tuna flavored water to get him to drink more. He seemed to perk up a bit, and let us all pet him and make a fuss over him but he was becoming weaker and weaker with each passing day.
My son was the first one home from work and he found Garfield, on the kitchen floor.
I guess it's a good way to go.
He wasn't in pain. He was surrounded by his home and the others who shared it (3 more cats) and he just quietly passed away.
We should all be so lucky.
Rest in peace little friend.