swalker
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I am not sure where to post this. Moderators, please move this as you see fit.
We are cat and dog lovers. Just about since we were married 30 years ago, we have had a series of siamese cats.
Pharaoh was a pure-bred, lilac point siamese. He was stunningly beautiful. He was also the dumbest animal I have ever encountered. However, he made up for this by being the most loving animal I have ever encountered.
Through the long years of diagnosis, he was my faithful companion and even more so after diagnosis. He was extremely happy when I went on disability and stayed home more.
As my breathing got worse, he figured out to sleep on my ribs rather than my diaphragm (my accessory breathing muscles are pretty much gone, but my diaphragm still does the trick). He would make sure I did not get too much sleep by waking me up for regular petting and he loved to have his belly rubbed.
He had been diagnosed with renal failure, for which we treated him for over a year. However, in his last days he started exhibiting signs of neurological problems. The vet said that he likely had cancer, which had spread to his brain.
So, yesterday we took him to the vet for the last time.
It hit me really hard and both Lori and I are morning his loss deeply.
Experiencing this is part of being a caretaker for a pet, but it sure does suck.
Here is a picture of the guy.
Steve
We are cat and dog lovers. Just about since we were married 30 years ago, we have had a series of siamese cats.
Pharaoh was a pure-bred, lilac point siamese. He was stunningly beautiful. He was also the dumbest animal I have ever encountered. However, he made up for this by being the most loving animal I have ever encountered.
Through the long years of diagnosis, he was my faithful companion and even more so after diagnosis. He was extremely happy when I went on disability and stayed home more.
As my breathing got worse, he figured out to sleep on my ribs rather than my diaphragm (my accessory breathing muscles are pretty much gone, but my diaphragm still does the trick). He would make sure I did not get too much sleep by waking me up for regular petting and he loved to have his belly rubbed.
He had been diagnosed with renal failure, for which we treated him for over a year. However, in his last days he started exhibiting signs of neurological problems. The vet said that he likely had cancer, which had spread to his brain.
So, yesterday we took him to the vet for the last time.
It hit me really hard and both Lori and I are morning his loss deeply.
Experiencing this is part of being a caretaker for a pet, but it sure does suck.
Here is a picture of the guy.
Steve