I have owned cats all my life and I have seen cats do some odd things. Eat spaghetti sauce with mushrooms. Burrow under a pile of blankets to sleep. But last night my 16 year old male cat did something I have not seen before.
I should point out that this cat is not feeling well. He stopped eating while we were on vacation last week and has lost 2 lbs. Not good for a small, 9 lb cat. He has been losing muscle mass and is weak and slightly uncoordinated now. I am worried that there is something seriously wrong and will be calling the vet in the morning.
Still, it was almost funny to watch this cat decide to take a shower. We have a walk-in shower. My husband was in the shower when he called me to quietly come in and look at the cat. I expected to see the cat sitting on the toilet lid waiting for my husband to finish.
I did not expect to see the cat IN the shower. He wasn’t there to drink the water. He was wandering around in there because he apparently wanted to be with my husband. The cat was in the end of the shower away from the shower head and there wasn’t a lot of water hitting him in that area. Then he started to walk around a bit more, seemingly oblivious to the water sprinkling him.
Frankly I just stood there with my jaw dropped. I knew for sure the cat was not well after that. I put a towel in there for my husband to dry the cat when he was done, then shut the door and left them both there.
I took the cat to the vet 2 days ago and they could not find anything obviously wrong. We would have to wait for the blood work.
Yesterday we got the results of the blood tests. It was not good news. My cat was experiencing kidney failure without the presence of any infection. There was nothing to do and nothing to treat. My cat was dying.
I had 2 choices. I could allow the cat to starve as all of his other organs shut down. Or I could allow him to die quickly and humanely. If there had been a way to cure whatever his problem was, I’d have done it. But I could not be cruel and allow him to die a slow death. So we opted for the second choice.
My husband took him back to the vet last night and buried him today. I could not go this time. I have taken a prior cat (at age 22) for the same procedure and could not do it this time.
But it still hurts. I told my husband I had the cat longer than him. I have never been without a cat in the house — in 59 years.
I’m going to try to focus on that image that made me smile just days before – the cat walking around in the shower. Wish I’d taken a picture [my husband might not agree 😉 ].