Comet was born on Valentine's Day, 1995. It was love at first sight! He was my best friend...he celebrated the good times and consoled me through the bad ones. Just before he turned 4, I noticed that he had lost a lot of weight and wasn't acting like himself. I hurried him to the vet where I was told that he had been born with kidnies that were too small. They worked as long as they could but now they were shutting down. He was given 1 year to live. The vet recommended some perscription cat food that is easier processed by the kidnies. We switched him immediately and waited.
But then he started to gain the weight back. And he was playing and enjoying life again. Slowly his kiney function began to improve. Within 2 years him lab values were on the low end of normal range!
He was my miracle kitty. His 1 year to live was actually 7! The disease finally claimed him a few weeks before we would have turned 11.
It was awful. I knew he was deteriating and I had an appointment set for that Wednesday but that Monday morning I noticed him hiding. That wasn't his thing. He was very "in your face". We rushed him to the vet and received the bad news. The disease was now end-stage. We had to decide whether to bring him home to die or to put him down. I asked the vet if he was in pain and was told "yes".I brought the kids to say good-bye after school and then I stayed with him to the end. I pet him and told him I loved him and when he was gone I just wept.
I'll always miss him. It's not as sharp as in 2006 but it's still there. I don't tend to remember dates of passing but I always remember Birthdays. We celebrated them every year with a new toy and treat and, of course, singing "Happy Birthday". S, today, I'm sad. I miss Comet.
Happy Birthday, Little Buddy!