We are having very sad days. Our 17 year old cat is very ill and is dying. Some days he doesn’t even eat or drink anything. Other days he will lap a little chicken stock. He won’t eat his special food, so I found some Fancy Feast chicken foods that he will eat some of occasionally. He has lost over 1/2 his weight.
But he stills climbs into our laps and purrs. He doesn’t seem to be in pain – just very weak. So we hold him in our laps and pet him very gently. He has a special chair that he likes and can still climb into. That’s where I feed him.
If he becomes painful, we will have him put down, but he seems happy and content at this point.
I can’t begin to tell you how beautiful he was at his peak. Pictures don’t do him justice. He obviously is part Burmese. He had the most luxurious coat, which he kept very shiny and neat. He was “talkative” like most of the “Asian” cats, but not as much as a Siamese.
His voice used to be really raucous, but now, he hardly squeaks.
As I type, Magnus is lying in my lap, resting his head against the keyboard and dozing. Perhaps he is slipping away, or perhaps he is simply dozing. However long we have him, we will enjoy him.
Having pets is so bittersweet – they bring such joy and companionship, but we outlive them to our grief. Magnus will cross the Rainbow Bridge soon. Whether it’s Orthodox or not, we hope we will be permitted to see him in God’s Kingdom.
It’s very sad days for us, but Emmy is a great comfort. She is so very loving, and tries to encourage Magnus to be more active – we have to stop her from time to time because her enthusiasm is a bit too much for Magnus to deal with anymore.
So we will soon be bidding Magnus, “Farewell,” and turning to God, each other, and Emmy for comfort. We will have many comforting memories of him.