Thank you all for your comments...
Jul. 17th, 2009 03:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've talked to the household, and we all agree that given Morph's condition, sooner is better than later. I'm calling the vet this morning to see if there's any chance they might be willing to come over and put him to sleep at home (we only live two blocks from the vet). I'd rather his last experiences not be travel/vet-stress.
He's normally an indoor-only cat, so today he got to wander the back yard for as long as he had the energy. He's not eating anymore, so it's not possible to spoil him with his favorite foods, but he's been getting lots of loving, and loving is what Morphs like best.
I'm doing ok. I'm sad, but my big focus at the moment is trying to make sure his last hours are as good as they can be. And I've been wandering over the history of his years with me, from finding him as a starving adolescent outside my Ackland Apartment, summer after junior year, and tempting him inside with cheese hotdogs, to him trying to climb up and go to sleep on my partner's back while we were having sex, his playtimes with Jax, his habit of playing fetch with wrapped candies, and chasing his own tail, and sitting on his butt with his big pink belly splayed out. He was always the dog-cat, too. We're pretty convinced he was confused on that particular identity issue. When the dogs got too rambunctious, he'd come zipping out, jump in-between them, and hiss and bat at them until they split it up. He's always been the guest-cat, too. He attaches himself to visitors and housemates with amazing alacrity. And he's always been ticklish, too. Belly and paws.
He's normally an indoor-only cat, so today he got to wander the back yard for as long as he had the energy. He's not eating anymore, so it's not possible to spoil him with his favorite foods, but he's been getting lots of loving, and loving is what Morphs like best.
I'm doing ok. I'm sad, but my big focus at the moment is trying to make sure his last hours are as good as they can be. And I've been wandering over the history of his years with me, from finding him as a starving adolescent outside my Ackland Apartment, summer after junior year, and tempting him inside with cheese hotdogs, to him trying to climb up and go to sleep on my partner's back while we were having sex, his playtimes with Jax, his habit of playing fetch with wrapped candies, and chasing his own tail, and sitting on his butt with his big pink belly splayed out. He was always the dog-cat, too. We're pretty convinced he was confused on that particular identity issue. When the dogs got too rambunctious, he'd come zipping out, jump in-between them, and hiss and bat at them until they split it up. He's always been the guest-cat, too. He attaches himself to visitors and housemates with amazing alacrity. And he's always been ticklish, too. Belly and paws.