On Friday my hubby took our 8-year old cat, Marcus, to the vet. We had noticed he was more lethergic than normal and had lost weight. He is normally a very lazy cat in the summer since we live in Louisiana and he is a long-haired cat. They determined he was dehydrated and needed to stay the weekend to recuperate. After not seeing the results they wanted more tests were run.
|Marcus' last photo before he passed|
I could go on and on about what happened but basically his organs were failing, cause unknown. Yes, I could have spent hundreds of dollars finding out exactly what happened. However, Marcus hates car rides and we would have had to travel an hour away to run an evasive test. At the end of the day, he was a very sick kitty and was in a good bit of pain.
Harvey and I decided to tell our little guy good bye. It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made and I am crying right now thinking of my little naughty guy.
Marcus was grumpy, grouchy, naughty and loved to give me cuddles. He loved boxes of any size and would sit, sleep and scratch one until I threw it away because he had destroyed it. His long hair will forever be found on my clothes, furniture and my fabric stash. He always knew when I was sick and would lay down with me to give me comfort. He gave us seven years of love and we will always love him.
|Giving me night-time cuddles which was not usually for this little guy.|
|Marcus and his box!|
I will probably be on a small sewing fast for the next few weeks as my heart heals and the tears fall less. He was a wonderful sewing buddy and would always sit next to my machine or in the room as I sewed. He especially loved it when I would hand sew and he would sit near my feet.
|Marcus and Sophie helping me sew|