Today we had to have Stitches, our 8 month old kitty, put to sleep--we are so very sad but know it had to be done.
Here is his story:
Little did we know he brought Coccidios with him--a nasty parasite that required treatment a few days after we got him. After 14 days, he was better and Patches had it. We made it through all that mess and they turned into very fun playmates, often doing the 10 PM Tussle--chasing each other wildly all around the house, roughhousing and just being wild and FUN TO WATCH!
Stitches had a great personality and loved to pose for photos and belly rubs. He could chase a toy mouse around the house for an hour and was always the victor.
The day he jumped onto the kitchen counter, then the refrigerator, then the top of the cabinets, my husband named him "Sir Edmund Hillary". His inquisitiveness knew no bounds. And the spray water bottle only amused him. If we pointed it at him telling him "no!" and "get down", he just opened his mouth and I swear he was smiling--go ahead, squirt me! We could only laugh.
Friday night we knew Stitches didn't feel well but couldn't determine why. That morning I found a piece of Christmas Cactus on the floor and thought he had ingested some. Saturday morning he was clearly sick so off to the vet we went. They kept him, gave antibiotics and sent him home. By Monday morning he was seriously ill and we went back to the vet. Upon close inspection, a 2" laceration under the tail was discovered and it looked pretty bad. More meds, some ointment and he came home. By Thursday his spirits were better and we thought the abscess had ruptured so we went back to the vet. Later that day we got the news, things had spread very badly all over his hind end and it looked very, very bad. Saturday the news was worse and my husband went to see him. His one word that was so accurate: "horrific". My husband took me to see him and I knew, right then, this would not heal. The vet agreed that was most likely the case but gave us time to think about it. Only numerous surgeries and many months of rehab might save him.
We could not put our beloved Stitches through that trauma so we let him go. So very sad.
We didn't have him very long, in time, but Stitches had our hearts. Here is the last photo I took of him, right before he got hurt: