Some, or more likely, most of you who know of Bookpuddle know also of my cat, Jack. I've talked about him a lot over the years. Jack became very ill in the past few weeks. I only noticed that he was not eating his usual amount of food and drinking water in an odd manner -- and, to my own shame, I waited a bit too long to take him to the vet.
His first trip there was last Saturday, a week ago, and the doctor discovered that Jack had a tumor on the underside of his tongue. Painkillers and steroids were prescribed, and I had a heck of a time getting these pills into his mouth, especially when this was an area so sensitive to him at the time.
A few days later [Thursday] I returned to the vet with the intention of having poor Jack injected with steroids, rather than continuing to struggle with the pill format.
His prognosis was not good, though. He had deteriorated yet further, having lost about one-quarter of his body weight, and was in more obvious pain than before.
The doctor considered that given Jack's age [nearly 13], even with surgery there was no guarantee that Jack would survive, fully healed and pain-free.
I had to make the decision then and there, to have Jack euthanized.
I have rarely been more sad and grieved, and definitely never more sad over the loss of a pet.
He died in my arms, wet with my tears.
Jack was the perfect gentleman -- the calmest and most patient of friends, my room-mate and buddy for over 12 years. He was just the best cat ever. Sitting here now in the quiet of night, so aware of the lack of his presence, is very painful for me.
The above photo was taken just before we went to the vet on Saturday. Out of respect for Jack, I do not show his face. He was still beautiful and heartrendingly adorable, but his mouth was inflamed and very irritated looking.
Below is a shot of Jack about a year ago now, in all his inquisitive beauty.
I love you and miss you Jack.
Thank you Alyce, for hosting the terrific Saturday Snapshot meme @ At Home With Books.
-- Jack --
May 1, 2000 -- March 7, 2013