elleree
04-05-2008, 12:03 AM
My big burly boy Merlin Berlin went to the Rainbow Bridge on March 6, 2008. I can't believe it has almost been a month.
He was a beautiful half Himalayan-half Siamese flame point. Meaning he had red on his ears, face, legs, and tail instead of brown. He was gorgeous but most of all he was a good boy.
Merlin loved hair. He always tried to get up behind me, grab my hair with his claws and start licking it ferociously. He loved attention and also loved to grab my hands in his paws and lick them, occasionally biting imaginary burrs out of my nonexistence fur. Merl had a high meow with a tinge of a purr in it at all time. He would let me do anything to him without complaint. I gave him sub q fluids, he let me. He was always the best cat when it was grooming time or time for medicine or a bath or anything else like that. Whenever he was at the vet he never fussed or tried to growl or bite--as long as I was there with him, he purred. Purred when they hurt him while trying to make him feel better, purred the last time I held him in my lap at home the night before he had to be put down. Right before he died he purred.
It was so hard letting him go but he was in so much pain. Merlin got sick in February with what seemed to be only a cold. So I took him to the vet and he got a steroid shot and I got antibiotics to take home. At first he seemed to be getting better, and his cold symptoms did get better, but he still seemed to feel bad. They did tests and found nothing. Some more tests. I was waiting for the results and the next morning he wouldn't eat. For Merlin, who absolutely loved, I mean LOVED any and all kinds of food; this was the worst possible sign. I took him in immediately, they wanted to keep him overnight and do an ultrasound because he had started to have serious problems breathing. This all happened within a matter of days and he hadn't seemed sick before this. The ultrasound showed he had cancer on his lungs that had pushed into his heart and caused him to go into heart failure. It was a fast growing cancer they thought and that was why he hadn't had symptoms until it was too late. I asked about surgery options on the cancer, giving him lasix for the heart failure that caused fluid in his chest and lungs, but he was too far gone for the lasix to really help and he wouldn't survive any type of surgery. His breathing became so labored he was straining, pushing with all his might to breathe and I asked about pain and they said it was intense despite pain meds. So the only thing I could do was to make sure his pain wouldn't get any worse before he died, which he was going to do soon, and I knew the pain would get worse. So I let him go. He was in my arms and he purred.
I like to think that somewhere in heaven he is purring still, and waiting for me.
Rest in peace, Merlin, I love you and miss you.
He was a beautiful half Himalayan-half Siamese flame point. Meaning he had red on his ears, face, legs, and tail instead of brown. He was gorgeous but most of all he was a good boy.
Merlin loved hair. He always tried to get up behind me, grab my hair with his claws and start licking it ferociously. He loved attention and also loved to grab my hands in his paws and lick them, occasionally biting imaginary burrs out of my nonexistence fur. Merl had a high meow with a tinge of a purr in it at all time. He would let me do anything to him without complaint. I gave him sub q fluids, he let me. He was always the best cat when it was grooming time or time for medicine or a bath or anything else like that. Whenever he was at the vet he never fussed or tried to growl or bite--as long as I was there with him, he purred. Purred when they hurt him while trying to make him feel better, purred the last time I held him in my lap at home the night before he had to be put down. Right before he died he purred.
It was so hard letting him go but he was in so much pain. Merlin got sick in February with what seemed to be only a cold. So I took him to the vet and he got a steroid shot and I got antibiotics to take home. At first he seemed to be getting better, and his cold symptoms did get better, but he still seemed to feel bad. They did tests and found nothing. Some more tests. I was waiting for the results and the next morning he wouldn't eat. For Merlin, who absolutely loved, I mean LOVED any and all kinds of food; this was the worst possible sign. I took him in immediately, they wanted to keep him overnight and do an ultrasound because he had started to have serious problems breathing. This all happened within a matter of days and he hadn't seemed sick before this. The ultrasound showed he had cancer on his lungs that had pushed into his heart and caused him to go into heart failure. It was a fast growing cancer they thought and that was why he hadn't had symptoms until it was too late. I asked about surgery options on the cancer, giving him lasix for the heart failure that caused fluid in his chest and lungs, but he was too far gone for the lasix to really help and he wouldn't survive any type of surgery. His breathing became so labored he was straining, pushing with all his might to breathe and I asked about pain and they said it was intense despite pain meds. So the only thing I could do was to make sure his pain wouldn't get any worse before he died, which he was going to do soon, and I knew the pain would get worse. So I let him go. He was in my arms and he purred.
I like to think that somewhere in heaven he is purring still, and waiting for me.
Rest in peace, Merlin, I love you and miss you.