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I am trying to prepare myself to say goodbye to Robert Ray tomorrow.
The yoga mats where I sat his litter box in my bathroom has been removed. All litter, two never opened have been taken to the building.
All the boxes I had set up for him with towels in them to lay in, they have been taken up.
I have a path of area rugs that go from room to room because his neuropathy to his back legs he could not hold traction on the laminate floors. The rugs kept him from sliding. Before I leave for the vet tomorrow, I will take those up.
When I walk back in the house after his visit tomorrow, the less I have to remove the better I will be.
The walking board covered in carpet that he used to walk on to get in bed with me will be removed before I go to the vet so I do not have to see that when I come home.
The closet where he has chosen to stay tonight, I will remove his food plates and water bowl before I go to the vet.
All the towels I used to carry him on all his vet trips have been washed.
His insulin syringes, blood glucose monitor, lancets, cotton squares, Neosporin has been placed in a bag and put away.
The syringes that stay in the kitchen window seal I use to administer his Methyl B12 will be
removed.
I can never remove all the memories of my MCC cat I rescued almost 15 years ago. I brought him home as a kitten, covered in fleas and hungry.
My only boy who loved me so much. He loves his sister Rachel Ruth. He gave her many lick baths; they were close.
Rachel Ruth knows her brother is sick.
When I bring Robert Ray home tomorrow, before I bury him, I will let Rachel Ruth see him, smell his dead body, the scent of death that she will know her brother is gone. He will be buried in a towel that he knew so well and he will be buried beside Rosie RaShay and Regina Renee.
I may say this is the hardest death. Maybe because since last July I have been his true care giver. I have learned about feline diabetes. I have been coached how to treat Robert Ray.
I got his diabetes to remission and then find out he has lymphoma of the intestines.
After his terrible reaction to gabenpetin Friday night that had me back at the emergency vet; he never recovered from that.
Since Friday night he has went downhill so fast. Barely licking a little cat food from my finger tips.
As I place him on my chest tonight where he loved to sleep, I will rub all his favorite spots. Behind the ears, his jaw, the base of his tail. I will tell him I love him and I will tell him how sorry I am I could not fix him.
I will tell him I love him so much that I will help him cross that rainbow bridge.
If by chance tomorrow, the vet gives me any hope, I will do what needs to be done.
Of course my prayer is he has a chance to live comfortable a while longer because I do not want to let him go.
Being an animal lover who treats her animals like humans, that seems to be a curse some times.
I am proud I was able to give Robert Ray a loving home. He never went hungry. He never went not knowing he was safe in our home.
It’s hard to love this deeply.
Robert Ray August 2006.
The yoga mats where I sat his litter box in my bathroom has been removed. All litter, two never opened have been taken to the building.
All the boxes I had set up for him with towels in them to lay in, they have been taken up.
I have a path of area rugs that go from room to room because his neuropathy to his back legs he could not hold traction on the laminate floors. The rugs kept him from sliding. Before I leave for the vet tomorrow, I will take those up.
When I walk back in the house after his visit tomorrow, the less I have to remove the better I will be.
The walking board covered in carpet that he used to walk on to get in bed with me will be removed before I go to the vet so I do not have to see that when I come home.
The closet where he has chosen to stay tonight, I will remove his food plates and water bowl before I go to the vet.
All the towels I used to carry him on all his vet trips have been washed.
His insulin syringes, blood glucose monitor, lancets, cotton squares, Neosporin has been placed in a bag and put away.
The syringes that stay in the kitchen window seal I use to administer his Methyl B12 will be
removed.
I can never remove all the memories of my MCC cat I rescued almost 15 years ago. I brought him home as a kitten, covered in fleas and hungry.
My only boy who loved me so much. He loves his sister Rachel Ruth. He gave her many lick baths; they were close.
Rachel Ruth knows her brother is sick.
When I bring Robert Ray home tomorrow, before I bury him, I will let Rachel Ruth see him, smell his dead body, the scent of death that she will know her brother is gone. He will be buried in a towel that he knew so well and he will be buried beside Rosie RaShay and Regina Renee.
I may say this is the hardest death. Maybe because since last July I have been his true care giver. I have learned about feline diabetes. I have been coached how to treat Robert Ray.
I got his diabetes to remission and then find out he has lymphoma of the intestines.
After his terrible reaction to gabenpetin Friday night that had me back at the emergency vet; he never recovered from that.
Since Friday night he has went downhill so fast. Barely licking a little cat food from my finger tips.
As I place him on my chest tonight where he loved to sleep, I will rub all his favorite spots. Behind the ears, his jaw, the base of his tail. I will tell him I love him and I will tell him how sorry I am I could not fix him.
I will tell him I love him so much that I will help him cross that rainbow bridge.
If by chance tomorrow, the vet gives me any hope, I will do what needs to be done.
Of course my prayer is he has a chance to live comfortable a while longer because I do not want to let him go.
Being an animal lover who treats her animals like humans, that seems to be a curse some times.
I am proud I was able to give Robert Ray a loving home. He never went hungry. He never went not knowing he was safe in our home.
It’s hard to love this deeply.
Robert Ray August 2006.
