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04-16-2016, 12:08 AM
Snowee RIP
Yesterday at San Jose, Ca.
My Handsome MainCoon Kitty, born in my closet 15 years ago. You were the main man in my life for the past 15 years, you always held a spot in the bed next to me, you had your own pillow and special blanket.
Born a little white ball of fluff, with massive paws, you were the gentle soul of the litter, and the biggest!
You played gently with all the kittens that came through the door for rescue re-homing.
You loved nothing better then a rub and a kitty treat. You huffed at me when you were upset, and meowed at me when you want my attention.
When you meowed I could hear you say Mom in the meow. 6 years ago we got bad news that you had Diabetes and that you would need injections of insulin for the rest of your little life.
I learned quickly how to test your blood sugars, and how to give you the insulin injections. After a while you would purr at me for the insulin because it made your thirst go away, and made you feel better.
You started off on 3 units of insulin in the morning, and over the years your body became insulin resistant until you were up to 10 units in the morning and 10 at night.
Last week I noticed a change in you. You laid there and wouldn't get up to use the litter box any more, you went to the bathroom on yourself, everyday for the past week I would come home from work to find you had used the bathroom on yourself and on my bed, even though you had steps to get up and down from the bed, you didn't use them.
You didn't want to eat any more, all you wanted was to be petted, even covered in your own feces and urine, you just wanted to be petted and held, so every night i would wash the sheets, bath you, dry you and love on you.
I took you to the vets on April 14th 2016, and you climbed into my lap on the floor, and just wanted to be held. You were heavy weighing in at 22.5 lbs of pure main coon.
I set up a bed for you on the table in the vets office, and after you got your IV put in, and the vet left the room, you let me love on you a bit more and you walked over to the bed and laid down. You let me kiss your head (Something you always pulled away from) even though you had no pain meds at this point, and you had an IV in your arm, you laid there and purred like a motor boat.
I held you, your little head cupped into my hand when they gave you the pain meds, and gently your head lowered onto my hand and rested there.
My fingers gently tucked under your head, I could feel your little heart beat in my hands. Your purring stopped, and the vet administered your medications into the IV and I slowly felt your heart slow down in my hand until it stopped.
The Vet checked your heart and confirmed that it was no longer beating.
I took great care of your body, and it is now on ice ready to go to the Taxidermy so I can have you always with me, to lay you across my lap, and pet you and love on you, like you always love for me to do when you were in that body breathing.
I will miss watching you stalk pray in the back yard garden, and I will miss cuddling with you, and the way that you would let me wrap my arms around you and fall asleep.
Your my baby boy, I never had a human son, so you truly were my baby boy!
My little buddy and I will always cherish the years I got to spend with you and time we had to bond and grow together.
I Love You Snowee, and yes I felt my grandfather when you passed, he blew open the back door to the vets office, even though it was suppose to be closed and locked and alarmed, but the alarm did not go off. I know Grampa took you to the other side, and I know you will be waiting for me, and I will see you on the other side. XOXO, Your Human Rub Machine, that also cleaned your litter box, and family in spirit. Mitakuye Oyasin
Yesterday at San Jose, Ca.
My Handsome MainCoon Kitty, born in my closet 15 years ago. You were the main man in my life for the past 15 years, you always held a spot in the bed next to me, you had your own pillow and special blanket.
Born a little white ball of fluff, with massive paws, you were the gentle soul of the litter, and the biggest!
You played gently with all the kittens that came through the door for rescue re-homing.
You loved nothing better then a rub and a kitty treat. You huffed at me when you were upset, and meowed at me when you want my attention.
When you meowed I could hear you say Mom in the meow. 6 years ago we got bad news that you had Diabetes and that you would need injections of insulin for the rest of your little life.
I learned quickly how to test your blood sugars, and how to give you the insulin injections. After a while you would purr at me for the insulin because it made your thirst go away, and made you feel better.
You started off on 3 units of insulin in the morning, and over the years your body became insulin resistant until you were up to 10 units in the morning and 10 at night.
Last week I noticed a change in you. You laid there and wouldn't get up to use the litter box any more, you went to the bathroom on yourself, everyday for the past week I would come home from work to find you had used the bathroom on yourself and on my bed, even though you had steps to get up and down from the bed, you didn't use them.
You didn't want to eat any more, all you wanted was to be petted, even covered in your own feces and urine, you just wanted to be petted and held, so every night i would wash the sheets, bath you, dry you and love on you.
I took you to the vets on April 14th 2016, and you climbed into my lap on the floor, and just wanted to be held. You were heavy weighing in at 22.5 lbs of pure main coon.
I set up a bed for you on the table in the vets office, and after you got your IV put in, and the vet left the room, you let me love on you a bit more and you walked over to the bed and laid down. You let me kiss your head (Something you always pulled away from) even though you had no pain meds at this point, and you had an IV in your arm, you laid there and purred like a motor boat.
I held you, your little head cupped into my hand when they gave you the pain meds, and gently your head lowered onto my hand and rested there.
My fingers gently tucked under your head, I could feel your little heart beat in my hands. Your purring stopped, and the vet administered your medications into the IV and I slowly felt your heart slow down in my hand until it stopped.
The Vet checked your heart and confirmed that it was no longer beating.
I took great care of your body, and it is now on ice ready to go to the Taxidermy so I can have you always with me, to lay you across my lap, and pet you and love on you, like you always love for me to do when you were in that body breathing.
I will miss watching you stalk pray in the back yard garden, and I will miss cuddling with you, and the way that you would let me wrap my arms around you and fall asleep.
Your my baby boy, I never had a human son, so you truly were my baby boy!
My little buddy and I will always cherish the years I got to spend with you and time we had to bond and grow together.
I Love You Snowee, and yes I felt my grandfather when you passed, he blew open the back door to the vets office, even though it was suppose to be closed and locked and alarmed, but the alarm did not go off. I know Grampa took you to the other side, and I know you will be waiting for me, and I will see you on the other side. XOXO, Your Human Rub Machine, that also cleaned your litter box, and family in spirit. Mitakuye Oyasin
