My Brofur Peppers - R.I.P.

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 planets and the solar system hello from me & Gary. Now, when I look up into the night sky, I'll see him there, twinkling at me, and I'll feel better just knowing he's near. 

Most of you know I'm not a religious person. I find more comfort thinking of Peppers' star stuff - for that's what we are all made of - melding with the other stars, or pulsars or maybe even the moon, along with our other children that have preceded him: Sharif, Feisal, Livia, Torrie, Kukla. Perhaps they're forming their own galaxy. Who knows, until I join their sparkling circle some time.

R. I. P. my sweet brofur.  Morticia already misses her head-groomer/beautician and the pawrents ache in their hearts.