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So Mitchell our eldest boycat, died today. I ended up coming home to the news as I'd been at work beforehand.
The death was quite sudden too: he'd suddenly been off his food over the weekend and we took him into the vet on Monday (he'd been fine beforehand given he was a guts who pigged out on our other boycat's food). Vet thought it was a tooth issue and gave us some medicine to be taken with food. We took him back to the vet that night because he wasn't eating. He stayed at the vet overnight.
He had to be put to sleep as it was believed that he had a tumour in his stomach or similar and it would've been stressful to put him through so many tests and then surgery (he was 9). So the decision was made to put him to sleep. We also suspect that his body may have been failing a little as he also peed on mum during the exam.
He was buried in our backyard next to our other boycat who had died from anaemia when he was four. We always joked that our other boycat would outlive Mitchell, despite other boycat suffering from FLUTD (specifically crystalluria). I did not see the burial: I wanted my last memory of him to be a happy one, not of him being buried.
He was always very sociable and wouldn't hesitate to chat with you (he was a Tonk). Very skittish, but also proud. He was also an adventurer and time and time again we had to rescue him from some random location in the backyard. When he was a kitten he'd climb up the Christmas tree and crawl around in the (empty) bathtub. He's also been known to climb up trees and hide in the bushes. He also had a favourite chair that he'd rest on outdoors and then have a sleep on it occasionally. Sometimes that spot would be my car (and bizarrely my car only: we suspect that because it has a flat roof, he'll sleep there).
RIP Mitchell. We will miss you.
The death was quite sudden too: he'd suddenly been off his food over the weekend and we took him into the vet on Monday (he'd been fine beforehand given he was a guts who pigged out on our other boycat's food). Vet thought it was a tooth issue and gave us some medicine to be taken with food. We took him back to the vet that night because he wasn't eating. He stayed at the vet overnight.
He had to be put to sleep as it was believed that he had a tumour in his stomach or similar and it would've been stressful to put him through so many tests and then surgery (he was 9). So the decision was made to put him to sleep. We also suspect that his body may have been failing a little as he also peed on mum during the exam.
He was buried in our backyard next to our other boycat who had died from anaemia when he was four. We always joked that our other boycat would outlive Mitchell, despite other boycat suffering from FLUTD (specifically crystalluria). I did not see the burial: I wanted my last memory of him to be a happy one, not of him being buried.
He was always very sociable and wouldn't hesitate to chat with you (he was a Tonk). Very skittish, but also proud. He was also an adventurer and time and time again we had to rescue him from some random location in the backyard. When he was a kitten he'd climb up the Christmas tree and crawl around in the (empty) bathtub. He's also been known to climb up trees and hide in the bushes. He also had a favourite chair that he'd rest on outdoors and then have a sleep on it occasionally. Sometimes that spot would be my car (and bizarrely my car only: we suspect that because it has a flat roof, he'll sleep there).
RIP Mitchell. We will miss you.
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