So I am sure by now you all are aware of Alex... My beautiful wonderful, amazing, perfect grey and white boy. Well, He crossed the rainbow bridge on Wednesday, 4/18/18. He was only 5 (wouldn't have been 6 until August). He had a urinary tract blockage, and we didn't know, he was crying Friday night, all night, so we took him to the vet on Saturday... They catheterized him, but he wasn't improving. Sunday evening a Tornado tore through my town, but thankfully we weren't directly affected by it. Monday they went in for surgery and found that his bladder had ruptured, and about half of it was necrotized. They cut away the dead flesh, patched him up, and he was dicey for a bit. There was a little bit of improvement, but then it went for the worse. Wednesday I get a call saying that I need to be there now. So I left work and got to the vet's office at around 10. An hour later, he gave one last cry in my arms, he sighed..and was gone.
I know I did everything I could do. I understand that he is no longer in pain and suffering. I know it was chancy at best anyway. Gods do I hurt. I miss my little baby-love.
He was our first cat together. September of 2013 he was only 4 weeks old, and we were new cat-parents. I was in Graduate school at the time and had ferrets. So I was around most of the time and in our little family, we managed to raise Alex.
In October of 2014, my ferrets died, one after the other (it turns out, I was really just end-of-life care for them). I was working in Danville at the time, and Alex was really sad and lonely. So, I decided to adopt a big brother for him and went to the humane society and adopted Bello (who was 2 at the time). Alex was my cat, and Bello became Carl's cat. We then moved that winter to the house on Rainbow Forest Drive... (for like 6 months...) and then moved to Biltmore.
It was the summer of 2015, Alex got loose and was picked up by the Humane Society, and I thought it would be nice to try to adopt a black cat.... yea... I adopted Sparta (Stu.... ... pid), a friend adopted Blaze (Captoline/he) she was spayed soon after and has lived with us ever since.
We were a happy little home of 4 cats, I fostered a friend's cat Anna, and found a forever home for her (super sweet, just I don't need 5 cats). And then we moved to the Warren Home. A couple of weeks ago Alex got out, and I thought about taking him to the vet, but was so busy with work and what-not that I forgot. Then he got sick... and now... he is gone.
I am so grateful for the lessons I learned because of this fluff monster. I am so grateful that I was able to be there for his final moments. I am grateful that he isn't suffering any more, and I am grateful for the years I was able to have with him. I miss him so muchI want to be mad at myself for not figuring it out sooner. He had a unique purr, because it was the same rythm of my heart-beat (I taught him how to purr). He had such a great personality, and everyone that ever met him knew and loved him.
Thank you Alex. You are a good boy. I love you, and miss you.
Listening to: my own crying
Reading: Mercy Thompaon
Playing: microsoft surface