Sheila & Beau GA & Jeddie GA
Member Since 2009
What a sad day. Not even sure how I can type this, but not typing it doesn't make it not true.
Jeddie flew home today after two very short months battling oral cancer. It was too soon. He turned just 12-1/2 on Sunday. And I am so saddened I can hardly see the keyboard through my tears, but I want to celebrate the almost three years that he was here with me.
I adopted him in Oct of 2009 because he was going to be PTS due to his diabetes diagnosis. He wasn't too keen on a new person and a new home at first and we had some issues, but he was a curious and gentle cat.
He was affectionate and loving, funny, and got exasperated over certain things (like testing sometimes). He became Beau's buddy about a year and a half ago. At first, when I walked into the room and they were grooming each other, they looked guilty. Soon it was old hat and they didn't care what I thought. I have many, many photos of them sleeping together all wrapped around each other, or grooming each other.
I have many, many photos of my handsome boy Jeddie. And will share some below.
Jeddie often met me at the door and ran out into the hall to either make an escape down the hallway or sharpen his claws on the neighbors welcome mat. He did it just two days ago. He would come tearing down the hallway from the bathroom and make a swinging "slide into home plate" on the rug after he pooped. I used to tell him I would run too if I left such a stinky thing in there. He loved the balcony and made a beeline for the catnip plants. He LOVED catnip. I am so glad I started growing it last year so he could enjoy it because this year he really couldn't too well. He loved to look out the windows at the birds, or the rain, or the snow. And he really loved me.
He got in my lap when I was reading or watching TV and curled up there for hours. He got on my lap when I was working on the computer and lay crosswise to fit. He purred all the time. My favorite thing, and the one I think I will miss the most, was when I got into bed and he came up and lay down facing me up by my face, put one paw on my arm and looked into my eyes and purred. I'm not sure how I will live without that.
I can't believe he is gone. It was just too fast. But he was starting to suffer and was not going to get better. He was a brave boy going through the biopsy surgery and all the chemo and vet visits. It just didn't work. Yesterday I took him to the oncologist and she said there was nothing more that could be done. He had already stopped allowing me to get enough calories into him, although for two week he was very good about it. Last night, when I fed him, his tumor bled - a lot. Then it stopped, but today, while I was in the shower or checking emails, it bled again and he had blood on his face and paws. He would not let me feed him at all, so it was time to set him free.
My friend, downstairs neighbor and cat sitter, drove me to the vet's office. Right before he came upstairs I held Jeddie for a few minutes and then he wanted down. He went right to the balcony door, so I let him out and he made a circuit of the balcony, sniffed a few plants and stuck his head into the catnip plants rubbing his chin on the leaves. When he came inside, I took him to the litter box and patted the side and he went right in and peed one last time.
At the vet's we had about a half hour with him and we both patted him and brushed him gently with a very soft bristle brush I just bought last weekend for him. I told him I loved him and he was a good boy. He purred a little and was quiet. I held him and he put his head on my arm. That was his last conscious thought - me holding him with his chin resting on my arm.
Fly free sweet boy. I will miss you so very, very much my little Jeddie-bin.
Jeddie flew home today after two very short months battling oral cancer. It was too soon. He turned just 12-1/2 on Sunday. And I am so saddened I can hardly see the keyboard through my tears, but I want to celebrate the almost three years that he was here with me.
I adopted him in Oct of 2009 because he was going to be PTS due to his diabetes diagnosis. He wasn't too keen on a new person and a new home at first and we had some issues, but he was a curious and gentle cat.
He was affectionate and loving, funny, and got exasperated over certain things (like testing sometimes). He became Beau's buddy about a year and a half ago. At first, when I walked into the room and they were grooming each other, they looked guilty. Soon it was old hat and they didn't care what I thought. I have many, many photos of them sleeping together all wrapped around each other, or grooming each other.
I have many, many photos of my handsome boy Jeddie. And will share some below.
Jeddie often met me at the door and ran out into the hall to either make an escape down the hallway or sharpen his claws on the neighbors welcome mat. He did it just two days ago. He would come tearing down the hallway from the bathroom and make a swinging "slide into home plate" on the rug after he pooped. I used to tell him I would run too if I left such a stinky thing in there. He loved the balcony and made a beeline for the catnip plants. He LOVED catnip. I am so glad I started growing it last year so he could enjoy it because this year he really couldn't too well. He loved to look out the windows at the birds, or the rain, or the snow. And he really loved me.
He got in my lap when I was reading or watching TV and curled up there for hours. He got on my lap when I was working on the computer and lay crosswise to fit. He purred all the time. My favorite thing, and the one I think I will miss the most, was when I got into bed and he came up and lay down facing me up by my face, put one paw on my arm and looked into my eyes and purred. I'm not sure how I will live without that.
I can't believe he is gone. It was just too fast. But he was starting to suffer and was not going to get better. He was a brave boy going through the biopsy surgery and all the chemo and vet visits. It just didn't work. Yesterday I took him to the oncologist and she said there was nothing more that could be done. He had already stopped allowing me to get enough calories into him, although for two week he was very good about it. Last night, when I fed him, his tumor bled - a lot. Then it stopped, but today, while I was in the shower or checking emails, it bled again and he had blood on his face and paws. He would not let me feed him at all, so it was time to set him free.
My friend, downstairs neighbor and cat sitter, drove me to the vet's office. Right before he came upstairs I held Jeddie for a few minutes and then he wanted down. He went right to the balcony door, so I let him out and he made a circuit of the balcony, sniffed a few plants and stuck his head into the catnip plants rubbing his chin on the leaves. When he came inside, I took him to the litter box and patted the side and he went right in and peed one last time.
At the vet's we had about a half hour with him and we both patted him and brushed him gently with a very soft bristle brush I just bought last weekend for him. I told him I loved him and he was a good boy. He purred a little and was quiet. I held him and he put his head on my arm. That was his last conscious thought - me holding him with his chin resting on my arm.
Fly free sweet boy. I will miss you so very, very much my little Jeddie-bin.
