Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do...

Last week I told you a little about what was happening with my kitty, Boost. Wednesday morning we realized he was acting a little funny and took him into the vet Thursday morning. We were told he had a clogged urethra, but they had gotten a catheter in and he was looking better already. The vet said we would get a call Friday morning when he got in and if things were looking good he might be able to come home early. We were so relieved that he was doing better, and when Mike got the call Friday he was hoping we could go pick him up. Unfortunately, that wasn't the call we received...

Apparently, another crystal had gotten stuck in the catheter and clogged Boost's urethra again. I don't know when they found it, or if it happened overnight, or what, but unfortunately, he didn't make it. Poor Mike had to take the call all on his own, and then call me here at school to tell me. And...since we already had quota for teacher's gone for that day, I had to stay and teach the rest of the day. It was the longest Friday of my life...

Truth be told, it was the longest weekend of my life. Needless to say, it wasn't the holiday weekend I had been expecting. Mike and I spent the better part of Friday night crying together. And Saturday, when we came home from our day out, Boost wasn't at the door to greet us. We both felt the emptiness and cried together again.

You see for some people animals are just animals. But to us, they are our family. Boost was my little buddy. He followed me around everywhere, greeted me when I walked in the door, kept me company while I was getting ready, and slept by my side every night. Not to mention he was the most beautiful cat I've ever seen in my life. 

The emptiness is overly present in our house. It's just not the same without him running around at our feet. 

I'm gonna miss my boy...

It's just as hard to be a mom...to a pet...

I know, I know...it's a little different than "real" kids, but...it's still hard. Most of you know I have a gorgeous dog and cat. They are beautiful, both of them, and they match every single room in my house. lol. OK, so that doesn't really matter but....yes it does...

A few weeks ago Rosco was having some "trots" issues. He had soft serve ice cream poop for about a week and we finally switched his food and it got a little better. Then started back up again. He has since been a lot better but it was an ordeal. You could tell he felt fine wagging his tail and jumping around acting like an idiot as usual, but not having him be able to tell us what's wrong sucked.

Now, it's Boost. No idea what's up with him, but I'm really scared it's something serious. Boost is the most playful cat on the planet. He's quite lazy, but can't let you walk past him without going after your feet. Every morning he gets ready with me and plays in the shower while I do my makeup and hair. And every evening he sleeps by my feet, and sometimes on my back or head...

Tuesday night was not like that at all. I realized he was missing when I was laying in bed. I called and called and he never came. Then, I remembered I had shut the closet door and when I opened it there he was laying there. He hadn't whined to get out or scratched or cried. Just laid there. And he never came to lay in my bed. My first indication...

Then, yesterday morning when I got ready for work I realized he wasn't there. Not on the counter playing with my things while I was trying to do my makeup, not in the shower trying to catch the water droplets, and not scratching my feet every time I walked by him. When Rosco and I headed downstairs there he was my the door to his room laying on the floor. He didn't move when Rosco ran by.....my second indication.

Then, I went to give him food. He didn't cry for it like he normally does, he didn't scratch the door, as a matter of fact I had to move him to even open it. He walked in and stared at the dish. Then laid down. When I poured the water in his bowl he came over to drink it, but instead just sat there with his chin halfway in the water and eyes closed. My third indication. 

And then I really looked at him. He looked terrible. He could barely open his eyes and when he stood up to walk he was falling all over the place on shaky legs. My poor boy. I immediately called Mike, who of course couldn't talk, and told him to call me ASAP. He vowed to watch him while he was home but figured it was nothing. Boys.....

We still don't know what's wrong. He looks horrible and even lets you rub on his belly because he doesn't have the energy to attack you.We're headed to the vet this morning. I'm super concerned and am dreading the phone call from our vet. My fingers are crossed that it's something easy. But I want my old Boostie back....

Please think about us...

*Update: The doc called Mike. He has a clogged urethra. Doc is going to try to get a catheter in and if he can things will be fine. But...he said he's pretty bad off. He has to stay at the doctor until Tuesday. :( Please think about him and send positive thoughts. Til then, momma is going to go wallow in despair. *