- Joined
- May 25, 2018
A few years ago, I wound up with a cat named Bailey, courtesy of one of the other Tenants. Said tenant had a neurological breakdown and nearly killed himself and almost took his cat along for the ride. The cat, under my care, eventually recovered, and became a treasured companion. I never knew cats could have Autism before I owned Bailey, but here we are. Something about him was just not wired right - he'd jump up onto a piece of furniture and miss, or accidentally fall off things at random.
He started acting a bit strange at one point and I couldn't take him to a vet because I was currently out of work. Eventually I lucked out and a friend who's a veterinary student checked him out and gave a pretty grim prognosis: He had a blood clot in his spine, common in cats his age. I was told that he didn't have long to live, because even if he were operated on (a pricey endeavor), odds were good he'd never be the same again due to the proximity to his spine. All I could do was make him comfortable as he went.
That morning, he curled up on my feet as he always had a thousand times before, fell asleep purring away like a dumbass, and less than an hour later, had passed on, with nary a fuck given. He was happy to spend his last moments with the only human who was there for him and that's really all he cared about.
Cats really are special, aren't they? They tend to get such a bad rap or get misinterpreted as "mean" or "aloof." In actuality, cats can be every bit as affectionate as dogs.
I'm glad your kitty had a peaceful passing.