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He’s been gone for a little while now. Maybe a week ago? I’d have to look up the exact date because time blurs for me and I was grieving so hard for a time that I could not even say it on this blog.
I am completely and utterly gutted and I feel it will take me a long time to recover. But certain things give me comfort…
First, I know we did everything we could, and so did the vets. This brings me peace.
Second, he did suffer – I think he had something along the lines of a heart attack the day he passed, but I could not and would not let him suffer for long, so we quickly rushed to the vet hospital to see him off and say our goodbyes, and we let him go as soon as we heard word from the vet’s that they’d done everything in their power but he was not getting any better.
Third, he was very weak. We don’t know his age, but we thought he was very old or at least not in the best of health even when we first met him and then took him in. We knew he would be the first to go, and if you told me back when that he would live this long with us, I would have been happy with the outcome.
I will be posting on here a lot more in the upcoming days and weeks – whenever I am ready to explain the medical situation in further detail, and then later when I am ready, posts that are an homage to him when I am ready to speak about his precious little self when I am at a point where it doesn’t feel like agony to write about him.
And I will update you on the grieving process as well, and how it went, and all sorts of things. But right now, I’m just going through the thick of it, so I’ll need some time to unravel before I put myself together enough to talk more about it here.
I’m so grateful for my brother, who lost his best friend, Beau, back in 2020. Beau was a sick little kitty who had recurring UTIs, and had so much trouble he had to undergo a PU surgery, though what finally took him was a heart condition he’d always had, that my brother forgot he even had with all the UTI issues that cropped up in his life.
It’s so hard. So, so hard. But I know one day I will be okay. Nothing and no one will ever replace Athos, and I am heartbroken albeit the situation playing out considerably better than it could have. Having seen Athos in his last moments, I know he was much sicker than we knew, than he let on, and luckily he didn’t seem to struggle except for those last two weeks.
Thank you all in advance for your condolences, I know that you will give them because you are good, kind people and I’m sure many of you understand. All I want now is to hold my little furbabies that are left (Avery and Bjorn) and make sure they are loved to bits and pieces before they go one day. They are and have always been far more healthy than Athos, but of course, no cat lives forever.
Please give your kitties an extra big cuddle for me. It gives me a lot of peace to know that other cats are getting loved extra hard by their pet owners in the name of Athos no longer being here. And thank you for letting me share him and how beautiful his relationship with my other cats with you in the past, and into the future as well.
Goodbye Athos, I love you so much. Present tense, past tense, future tense. Always.
Goodbye and if there is an after life, please go find Beau and curl up with him for super cuddles. You never met albeit being in the same house for a few short months. But I know you would have loved each other.
Goodbye my beautiful boy.
xoooxoxoo
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