Good-bye, Beau
Beau wasn't with me long. His first Gotcha Day was just last week. We had a mere 53 weeks together. He had at least 15 years in this world, although I have no idea where he spent most of them. Beau arrived here already elderly and battling renal failure and hyperthyroidism. I suspect he was an outdoor cat and his first family assumed he had gone off to die. Beau was pulled from the local high kill pound by a kind shelter worker who risked her job to save that cranky old cat. She hid him in the back of the shelter and called me as she knew I have a weakness for senior kitties. Beau came home later that day.
Beau was always a grouchy cat. When he first arrived, he didn't accept affection well. He would yowl and swat petting hands away. He did enjoy laying on a warm lap and over the year he was here, he grew to enjoy more and more attention. Last night he even spent some time snuggling on the bed with us. He was a man's cat and adored my hubby. They spent many evenings watching television together.
I took Beau to the vet this morning as he hadn't been eating very well and was lethargic. When the vet tried to start an IV, Beau had a massive seizure. They were unable to do anything to save him. Beau passed very quickly. I had a feeling when I dropped him off this morning that he would not be coming home tonight. I wish he had waited for me to hold his paw while he crossed, but he was an independant soul and took this journey alone.
I will miss his big voice and his demands for Fancy Feast at all hours. I did my best to make his last year a happy, content one. I hope he knows how much I enjoyed and loved him. I didn't know him long, but I will love and miss him forever.
Godspeed, my handsome tabby boy.
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RIP Beau.
Originally Posted by Glacier
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