We’ve gone from a great week to an utterly shitty one.
On Tuesday our cat, Tootsie, died at the vet. We were on our way to see him after a stressful day of phone calls. I’m devastated, it was all so sudden.
He wasn’t really eating after we got back from our trip. At first, we thought he was annoyed with us but got worried after a second day so we took him to the vet where he stayed overnight. Eventually one of the scans revealed that he had a mass in his chest and fluid on his lungs, and he deteriorated quickly from there.
I took some time off work. I keep crying.
We gave him a lovely couple of years, he was a happy cat and spent his time following me and Charlotte around the house purring. I feel really grateful for the little bit of time we had with him.
We knew a rapid decline was a possibility, Toots being an FIV /FeLV cat. Knowing that his immune system was fucked didn’t make it any easier though. We thought we had a year or two more.
I feel like I’m rambling. I’m just going to share some pictures of the best cat.