Morty 2005 - 2023
Today, I was forced to make a difficult decision.
As you may know, Morty began losing weight rapidly, yet his check up last month left the vet scratching her head. His TFT and Renal Functions were good. She said I was "doing a great job of caring for a very sick cat" and she still can't believe he's lived this long with all his issues (Cardiomyopathy, Thyroid Disease, Kidney Disease and mini seizures). She said that due to his age (18) and all his issues, there was no point in putting him through invasive testing and to just keep on doing what I'm doing until something changes.
Well upon waking in the predawn hours this morning, I noticed that something did change. Drastically. His behavior was off. I took the day off and called the vet as soon as they opened. They said they would call me as soon as they could squeeze him in. That was at 2pm today.
The vet examined him and felt what she believed was a mass in his abdomen. She said that it would explain the sudden drastic weight loss, and other changes I had noted at his last visit. She said she truly felt that the right thing to do this point was to euthanize, because he will continue to get worse and he was no longer doing well.
Even though I know it was the most humane thing to do, it still breaks my heart. And I keep reminding myself that it's not another shoe drop, it's just life. And I'm grateful that Morty kicked ass for as long as he did because I know my son couldn't have handled another loss so soon after losing his dad. Not that it makes it any less painful, but I'm grateful that we had some time to heal before saying goodbye to another family member, albeit a floofy one.
For those who don't know, we adopted Morty 10 years ago along with his two senior housemates. Their owner died and apparently the shelter would not take them due to their older ages, so we took them. Morty was the youngest of the three, then 8 years old.
Morty was a true curmudgeon, though softened some over the years because we loved him hard. He wasn't good at catting...didn't care much for toys, and would spit out his cat treats. He rejected nearly every cat bed I ever bought him and preferred sleeping in the most uncomfortable places. He was not a fan of cuddling, but would allow us to pet him to a point. His favorite pastime was sitting on the deck and watch the neighbors through the railings. We used to pretend that he was yelling at kids to get off his lawn. In his old age, he would snuggle up to us and would actually tap us with his paw because he wanted to be petted. He would like to sit between my son and me on the couch. For this reason we would sometimes call him "Morty in the Middle".
He had other nicknames too:
Mortuccio
the tooch
Mortucci Bondaducci
(to name a few)
His cuteness was in direct proportion to his attitude. We are heartbroken. We loved him and will miss him dearly.
As you may know, Morty began losing weight rapidly, yet his check up last month left the vet scratching her head. His TFT and Renal Functions were good. She said I was "doing a great job of caring for a very sick cat" and she still can't believe he's lived this long with all his issues (Cardiomyopathy, Thyroid Disease, Kidney Disease and mini seizures). She said that due to his age (18) and all his issues, there was no point in putting him through invasive testing and to just keep on doing what I'm doing until something changes.
Well upon waking in the predawn hours this morning, I noticed that something did change. Drastically. His behavior was off. I took the day off and called the vet as soon as they opened. They said they would call me as soon as they could squeeze him in. That was at 2pm today.
The vet examined him and felt what she believed was a mass in his abdomen. She said that it would explain the sudden drastic weight loss, and other changes I had noted at his last visit. She said she truly felt that the right thing to do this point was to euthanize, because he will continue to get worse and he was no longer doing well.
Even though I know it was the most humane thing to do, it still breaks my heart. And I keep reminding myself that it's not another shoe drop, it's just life. And I'm grateful that Morty kicked ass for as long as he did because I know my son couldn't have handled another loss so soon after losing his dad. Not that it makes it any less painful, but I'm grateful that we had some time to heal before saying goodbye to another family member, albeit a floofy one.
For those who don't know, we adopted Morty 10 years ago along with his two senior housemates. Their owner died and apparently the shelter would not take them due to their older ages, so we took them. Morty was the youngest of the three, then 8 years old.
Morty was a true curmudgeon, though softened some over the years because we loved him hard. He wasn't good at catting...didn't care much for toys, and would spit out his cat treats. He rejected nearly every cat bed I ever bought him and preferred sleeping in the most uncomfortable places. He was not a fan of cuddling, but would allow us to pet him to a point. His favorite pastime was sitting on the deck and watch the neighbors through the railings. We used to pretend that he was yelling at kids to get off his lawn. In his old age, he would snuggle up to us and would actually tap us with his paw because he wanted to be petted. He would like to sit between my son and me on the couch. For this reason we would sometimes call him "Morty in the Middle".
He had other nicknames too:
Mortuccio
the tooch
Mortucci Bondaducci
(to name a few)
His cuteness was in direct proportion to his attitude. We are heartbroken. We loved him and will miss him dearly.
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| More recently, and so very thin :( |
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| Basket o' Morty |
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| Snuggling hammock stand. |
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| How is this comfortable? |
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| Morty in the Middle |
