Meowlo. My big brofur, Peppers, died this morning of pancretitus. He was brave and fought all weekend, as did Mom&DadKatt. They force-fed him baby food several times a day, but the appetite stimulants he got Friday weren't doing any good. All he would do was drink and, last night, he stopped doing that. They didn't think he'd make it through last night, but he did, somehow. MomKatt took him in at 7 AM sharp, and they put him on an IV for fluids, as his temp. was 8 degrees below normal. They wrapped him in blankets & a heating pad and, once his temp was up to par, they were going to start an IV line for feeding. But, as Dr. Lofgren was trying to get the line into his paw, he saw Peppers give about three breaths and ... he slipped away. MomKatt wrote this about him on her Facebook page: I told Peppers that now he's an extra bright star up somewhere in the vast Universe, amongst the other stars and planets. I told him to tell the pla...
He's a typical boy cat, isn't he? Heeee.
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Scritch , scritch :)
ReplyDeleteWe're on our way over now! We love scritchin'!
ReplyDeleteHe'd love your scritchin'!
DeleteAnd he does not attack?
ReplyDelete(I like my tummy skritched... it usually means I am not going to be picked up.)
Oh yeah...us boycat like to let it all hang out.
ReplyDeleteWally
Do you like belly rubs, too, Peppers? Here you go . . . rub rub rubbie rub rub. Purrs.
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We love belly rubbies better than belly scritches.
ReplyDeleteLuv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Love that furry belleh!
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