So...Easter morning for some reason I said to Kevin "Where's Rebel"? He is ALWAYS ALWAYS in the kitchen....AlWAYS. So the egg hunt is momentarily stopped and we're all searching for him. Erin found him upstairs under the spare bed. For those who don't know...He was diagnosed with Kidney disease a few months ago....Before Christmas. For awhile he was doing really great. We were getting him prescription cat food specifically for Kidney disease and I gave him liquid Iron 2 times a day.
Anyway, he started losing weight again in the last month and not looking well. So, he was under the bed. First I'm shocked he climbed the flight of stairs...but when a cat isn't feeling well...They hide.
So yesterday morning, not a good feeling. Just in the rush of the morning...Kev fed the cats and we left. I didn't know at that point that he didn't eat. Kev told me later that night.
So when we got home he was laying on the floor in the kitchen. Looking terrible. I knew it. I told Kev we're going to have to start telling the girls. He said "not tonight"
I tried to feed him and give him water but was forcing it into him. Kev came downstairs to see him and apparently he thought as I did so, he told them...rebel isn't doing well etc...5 minutes later the entire house is crying.
He slept with me most of the night and didn't move once. In the morning he was back on the kitchen floor. This was just not my boy. He couldn't lift his head, wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink. I couldn't let him be like this another day. The kids and Kevin stayed home and my mom came over so kev and I brought him to the vet. It was an awful, awful day. Here's a picture of him in his better days on my laptop and sunning himself....then the other two with Erin are from this morning. As Kasey said this morning...it's not fair, I wish he could live forever...
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