I don’t even know how to write this…
Smokie passed away, renal failure after a kidney blockage; it was fast, bloody and completely unexpected. My marshmallow cloud. The vet gave him a pain killer while we waited for tests, the results were dire. No real choice. But the morphine gave us time to get the kids and all say goodbye. The half hour waiting had seen him go from lethargic to barely twitching but he raised his head when he say the family. He definitely said goodbye. Alex, Tash and I stayed with him so he wouldn’t be alone. The vet explained things to us and to Smoke, the staff were really sweet to him.
Losing people in our lives like Bobbi and Chase has sent us into a deep depression before. I am a coward and couldn’t face the blackness without him. We have bought a new kitten. Next post.
BTW When Chase died the other cats and dogs were confused and looked for him for days. I noticed Marley’s (Mum’s dog) reaction to my clothes, he was sympathetic and subdued. I realised that my clothes caked in urine, blood, fur and medication may have told the whole story. So I laid them out on the ensuite floor that all the dogs and cats visit. Sure enough the pets were subdued, seeking affection, but they did not look for Smokie. I think this really worked to give the cats and dogs closure.
I found these shots of Smokie and his sister Pixie as kittens.