Thursday, May 31, 2012
My poor Lapushka
My poor lil'boi kitty. I loved him so hard. My little clearance kitty, with the crooked teeth, the watery eye, the crooked claws and the bowed back legs. Softest little cuddly ball of fur. Always purring, always just a little love.
Except when he was shredding my toilet paper of course.
My lil' boi was sick. And I didn't know it. He'd been more low key the last couple weeks, I just thought maybe he finally out grew that rambunctious kitten stage. Even thou they told me he wasn't really a kitten. He quit tearing up the toilet paper, I just figured he got tired of that toy. He slept a lot. I just figured... he's a cat. That's what they do.
I started to get a little concerned last weekend. Started wondering if he was eating, drinking. It's hard to tell, Loki is a bit of a pig, so I couldn't tell if he was eating 'pushka's food, or if 'pushka was the one eating it. Hadn't seen him eating, but that wasn't unusual. I suspected more than anything, Loki was being all Alpha on him again and making him wait. He did that. Sometimes he would make lil'boi wait until he finished. Lil'boi would stand there watching Loki eat, so I was certain Loki was just being a butt again.
I figured I'd keep an eye on him, but I wasn't overly concerned, just... watch him concerned.
All a big nope. Turns out, my lil'boi was sick.
I began to worry yesterday, when I noticed his watery eye, that he's always had, wasn't running clear anymore. I thought maybe I should call the vet, looked up info online last night, most of which said that cats can have allergies and that's probably what it was. Figured I might call the vet today, see what they said. But when I woke up this morning, he was not acting right. I began really worry. About an hour or so after I woke up, he tried to jump up onto my lap and had trouble. Raked his back on the coffee table, poor lil' fella. After that... his leg quit working.
Then all he would do was lay there.
By the time I got him to the vet at 9:30, he was barely moving at all. I had them run some tests and left. An hour later, they called. My lil'boi had something they called FIP. Some mutated form of something other virus that is fatal.
I had to rush back down to sign the papers to have him put down.
My lil'boi kitty. He just layed there, looking at me. Still purring. So sick, and still purring.
He's gone now.
I can't seem to stop crying. I've never had to put a pet down before. I don't understand how my lil'boi went from ok to ... gone...
They said what he had was contagious. Now I'm worried about Loki. He most likely has it too they said, a lot of cats do. All I can do apparently, is hope it doesn't mutate. If it does, there will be no hope for my Loki either.
It's not been a good pet year over here. I still miss my Holly grrl so much. Now, my lil'boi too.