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Ambassador of Electric Synergy
For all you cat lovers out there..
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eclecticsynergy
Ambassador of Electric Synergy
eclecticsynergy
Ambassador of Electric Synergy
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Ambassador of Electric Synergy
Ghostman
Ambassador of the SuperNatural
We said goodbye to my boy Oreo this Sunday. He'd been going downhill since January, losing weight. He's always been a picky eater, so we spent a small fortune buying all kinds of different foods to get him to eat. He would follow a routine for a while and then he would change his mind. We got into feeding him expensive tuna fish because he wouldn't eat the cheap stuff, and at one point he would only eat rotisserie chicken from Costco. But then he would bounce back and start eating real cat food again for a bit.
I left for a week to Vegas for a work trip and the kids gave him a bath while I was away. He put up quite a fight like usual which was a good sign he still had some piss-n'vinegar in him. When I got home, my time away made me realize just how much weight he had lost. I told the wife Saturday morning, we're taking him in. Well, he wouldn't eat Friday night or all the next day. In the early evening, he escaped our apartment balcony for the first time and I found him on the ground below, walking around all confused. It's a 10 and a half foot drop to the ground.
We checked him over and spent some time with him and he seemed fine. Still had his attitude and wasn't hurt that we could tell. We watched him closely all night and all was well. My son went to work at 3:45am and said Oreo was up and around so he didn't think about it at all. When my wife woke up at 5:30am, Oreo had passed over that rainbow bridge. We are all completely wrecked, but the big one was telling my daughter over the phone that her boy had passed. I've never been more destroyed in my life than making that phone call. It was f****ing brutal.
He was 17 when he passed. He had a great life, loved greatly by the family and included in all things celebratory at home. Farewell my friend. We'll see each other some day again.
I left for a week to Vegas for a work trip and the kids gave him a bath while I was away. He put up quite a fight like usual which was a good sign he still had some piss-n'vinegar in him. When I got home, my time away made me realize just how much weight he had lost. I told the wife Saturday morning, we're taking him in. Well, he wouldn't eat Friday night or all the next day. In the early evening, he escaped our apartment balcony for the first time and I found him on the ground below, walking around all confused. It's a 10 and a half foot drop to the ground.
We checked him over and spent some time with him and he seemed fine. Still had his attitude and wasn't hurt that we could tell. We watched him closely all night and all was well. My son went to work at 3:45am and said Oreo was up and around so he didn't think about it at all. When my wife woke up at 5:30am, Oreo had passed over that rainbow bridge. We are all completely wrecked, but the big one was telling my daughter over the phone that her boy had passed. I've never been more destroyed in my life than making that phone call. It was f****ing brutal.
He was 17 when he passed. He had a great life, loved greatly by the family and included in all things celebratory at home. Farewell my friend. We'll see each other some day again.
I am so sorry for your loss…that is gut wrenching stuff. Sadness’s.We said goodbye to my boy Oreo this Sunday. He'd been going downhill since January, losing weight. He's always been a picky eater, so we spent a small fortune buying all kinds of different foods to get him to eat. He would follow a routine for a while and then he would change his mind. We got into feeding him expensive tuna fish because he wouldn't eat the cheap stuff, and at one point he would only eat rotisserie chicken from Costco. But then he would bounce back and start eating real cat food again for a bit.
I left for a week to Vegas for a work trip and the kids gave him a bath while I was away. He put up quite a fight like usual which was a good sign he still had some piss-n'vinegar in him. When I got home, my time away made me realize just how much weight he had lost. I told the wife Saturday morning, we're taking him in. Well, he wouldn't eat Friday night or all the next day. In the early evening, he escaped our apartment balcony for the first time and I found him on the ground below, walking around all confused. It's a 10 and a half foot drop to the ground.
We checked him over and spent some time with him and he seemed fine. Still had his attitude and wasn't hurt that we could tell. We watched him closely all night and all was well. My son went to work at 3:45am and said Oreo was up and around so he didn't think about it at all. When my wife woke up at 5:30am, Oreo had passed over that rainbow bridge. We are all completely wrecked, but the big one was telling my daughter over the phone that her boy had passed. I've never been more destroyed in my life than making that phone call. It was f****ing brutal.
He was 17 when he passed. He had a great life, loved greatly by the family and included in all things celebratory at home. Farewell my friend. We'll see each other some day again.
So sorry. These guys whether feline or canine become such a part of the family and are so missed when they cross that bridge.We said goodbye to my boy Oreo this Sunday. He'd been going downhill since January, losing weight. He's always been a picky eater, so we spent a small fortune buying all kinds of different foods to get him to eat. He would follow a routine for a while and then he would change his mind. We got into feeding him expensive tuna fish because he wouldn't eat the cheap stuff, and at one point he would only eat rotisserie chicken from Costco. But then he would bounce back and start eating real cat food again for a bit.
I left for a week to Vegas for a work trip and the kids gave him a bath while I was away. He put up quite a fight like usual which was a good sign he still had some piss-n'vinegar in him. When I got home, my time away made me realize just how much weight he had lost. I told the wife Saturday morning, we're taking him in. Well, he wouldn't eat Friday night or all the next day. In the early evening, he escaped our apartment balcony for the first time and I found him on the ground below, walking around all confused. It's a 10 and a half foot drop to the ground.
We checked him over and spent some time with him and he seemed fine. Still had his attitude and wasn't hurt that we could tell. We watched him closely all night and all was well. My son went to work at 3:45am and said Oreo was up and around so he didn't think about it at all. When my wife woke up at 5:30am, Oreo had passed over that rainbow bridge. We are all completely wrecked, but the big one was telling my daughter over the phone that her boy had passed. I've never been more destroyed in my life than making that phone call. It was f****ing brutal.
He was 17 when he passed. He had a great life, loved greatly by the family and included in all things celebratory at home. Farewell my friend. We'll see each other some day again.
