Hello all,
I lost a fur child this morning and I am kind of a mess. I was very attached to him.
He was my orange tom cat, Gallaghar. I have three cats, two toms and a spayed female. I am attached to each, but Gally stuck himself in my heart differently than the others, if you know what I mean.
He was a stray that waltzed into the yard when he was a few months old. He had some injuries, he had been hit by a car, I am guessing.
I think that is what ended his life as well. He had a lot of common sense, that one. We live about a little under a mile from a busy highway, and my guess is he went out there for some reason, got hit and recieved internal injuries.
He then walked all the way home.
There were no marks on him, no outward bleeding. His breathing was shallow, his pupils were dialated, and he was unresponsive to anyone but me.
I wrapped him one of my shirts, and fashioned a bed out of some blankets we had out in the garage. I made him comfortable, and said goodbye and told him I loved him
This morning my dad found him, dead, with my other tom cat curled up beside him, guarding him. I take comfort in knowing he was not alone at the end.
I miss that big guy.
This last one, I was laying down after working one of the horses and the two toms came and took that as an invite to sleep on me.
I lost a fur child this morning and I am kind of a mess. I was very attached to him.
He was my orange tom cat, Gallaghar. I have three cats, two toms and a spayed female. I am attached to each, but Gally stuck himself in my heart differently than the others, if you know what I mean.
He was a stray that waltzed into the yard when he was a few months old. He had some injuries, he had been hit by a car, I am guessing.
I think that is what ended his life as well. He had a lot of common sense, that one. We live about a little under a mile from a busy highway, and my guess is he went out there for some reason, got hit and recieved internal injuries.
He then walked all the way home.
There were no marks on him, no outward bleeding. His breathing was shallow, his pupils were dialated, and he was unresponsive to anyone but me.
I wrapped him one of my shirts, and fashioned a bed out of some blankets we had out in the garage. I made him comfortable, and said goodbye and told him I loved him
This morning my dad found him, dead, with my other tom cat curled up beside him, guarding him. I take comfort in knowing he was not alone at the end.
I miss that big guy.
This last one, I was laying down after working one of the horses and the two toms came and took that as an invite to sleep on me.
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