I never planned to write this post. I still don’t know how I will. But those of you who don’t follow us on Twitter or Facebook – or didn’t see the news – need to know. And I apologize in advance for taking so long but Tropical Storm Isaias has knocked out our power and I don’t even have 3g cell data most of the time and we won’t discuss the flood… don’t worry the home is dry.
Curzon had a really rough weekend. It started at the end of last week with his haunches getting weak. So of course I assumed arthritis – mind you his 19th birthday’s 9/1. I talked to the vet and she agreed we’d start him on Cosequin and go from there. My PLAN quickly became take him to his vet Monday afternoon, by Saturday night it was Monday morning. Saturday he was just acting WEIRD. Had I known…
Sunday he took a sudden turn for the worse. It started fine, but by late evening it was becoming apparent it was going to be a struggle to get him thru the next 8 hours. I decided I was staying up with him. Around 11 his front end started giving out. I’ve never seen a cat chest-plant. I put him into the bathroom to block off the kitchen so he wasn’t on tile. When I opened the door to let him out, he didn’t MOVE.
I scooped him up, let the CatDaddy know I was rushing him to the ER vet, called them as I was loading him up and headed there, intending on getting him on fluids and doing baseline bloodwork to see what we were getting into. I never intended….
Curzon passed away in my arms around 1am on Monday morning almost with no help from the vet. My best guess – and the ER vet agrees – was that he was having mini strokes and his last one as he laid in my arms when she walked out of the room to get the meds was my last sign that it was time and he could NOT wait.
Every last one of the kids has gone out on their own terms.
Nimbus perked up when they tranquilized him, demonstrating his stubborness.
Jadzia went out gripping my arm, demonstrating how much she loved me.
Curzon gave me the raspberries on the way out, demonstrating his ‘tude.
I am so sorry guys. I tried. I gave him every chance to hit 20. That was the plan. I had a big birthday planned for him next month. Now it’s all gone.
This blog will continue, about as much as it has since Jadzia left. I’ll still write now and then. I’ll do a true memorial post for the boy when I can – when I can look at the pics. This is the second-worst year of my life I think… the only one that’s worse is 2001.
If swear words offend you, please stop reading here.
FUCK 2020. ENOUGH!