Sometimes a death comes suddenly and without warning and that was how it was with my cat Charlie last week.
Charlie was thirteen but to look at him you would never have guessed. Charlie was exceptionally fit and was often out in the woods catching shrews.
Last week Charlie came up to my room in the morning demanding to be fed. I made him wait a little as I was about to have a shower. After my shower he bounced down the stairs at 7am ready for breakfast. By the time I brought him his food he'd flopped over twice unable to stand properly. After eating only half his breakfast he tried to rest but couldn't settle. Charlie was having difficulty breathing and he had problems with his back legs.
I got Charlie to the vets early and was told he had an embolism that had broken into two. The embolism that had affected his lungs and lower back. Initial treatment was £400 - £500 and had a low success rate. Charlie would also need medication for the rest of his life. Charlie was fading very quickly and by eleven o'clock it was decided to end his suffering and put him to sleep.
Charlie Snoozing In His Favourite Chair
Although I will miss Charlie greatly I know that he had a good life.
Until next time