Louie, Louie...
My last post was some 6 years ago.
I have been remiss. Usually I try to write something once or twice a year but some how I just didn't.
Writing, I find, is a good way of expressing my grumpiness.
Today though I am sad.
I had a cat. This is Louie. He was being adorable as always
Actually, I lived with 1 human male and 5 boy cats. Today I have 1 human male and 4 boy cats.
My beautiful old boy Louie suffered a fall and his back leg was a mess. Louie was 14 or possibly a little older, we don't know. We broke him out of the 'slam' (a shelter) and took him home and he ruled us like a mafia don from that day forward.
His former servant had either died or gone into a nursing home and no one wanted that 11 yr old cat. I sit here and I find it hard to believe that no one had wanted this totally unbelievable awesome cat.
I have this hole in my heart right now from not being able to look over and seeing him in his spot on the cat tree or pawing my leg so that I'd pick him up for a cuddle.
I miss this cat more than I can believe and I think it is because there was the suddenness of it all.
Louie didn't have front claws. He'd been multilated by someone who didn't want their furniture clawed. Ok, I can see that. You don't need a cat then. You need a dog.
Anyway....
I think he fell off the cat tower we had in their catio and landed on a chair that was in there and that was when his leg was shattered. Bone had splintered and was pushing against his skin. In a human, they would have had to do surgery to move the bone into place and then put pins in. I would assume that they same would have had to be done to Louie. When I found Louie, his little leg just flopped. I shouted for Tim told him to get dressed and to grab my cc's and we took off to the emergency vets. It wasn't far.
We waited for word.
Word came. 2 bones were broken a skinny bone and the bigger bone. That was in the area below what would be his knee.
Amputation or surgery that couldn't be done for a few days.
We had a decision to make. Quality of life or release. The amputation of his claws had caused him to fall. He could only fall. He couldn't save himself.
We decided to let him sleep.
We said goodbye and I stayed with him as he took his last breath.
Today, Monday, we took him to a place where he would be cremated. I figure we'll scatter his ashes in the yard where he can be free to explore.
Yeah, I know. That is all very fanciful but it gives me a little comfort. He's dead and all the stuff we are doing now is merely for our benefit and the benefit of the business we took him too.
My beautiful bossy boy will always be in my heart and my imagination. Words can not express just how unique he was.
