Today, we said goodbye to Happy.
After the move, he slowed down drastically, moving slower and withdrawing from contact with us and the other cats. He spent a ton of time sleeping in the bathtub, and would purr when pet, but he wasn’t eating or drinking and something was clearly wrong.
Took him to the vet yesterday, and his bowels and bladder were empty — he hadn’t been eating or drinking for a couple of days. And there was fluid in his abdomen. As soon as Kate mentioned that, I knew.
He came home yesterday and spent the night here. We pet him, we told him we loved him, and we prepared Eddy for the idea of Happy being gone. He understands…sort of. Not the concept of death, but that Happy won’t be here anymore.
So we had planned to wait until Monday, but that didn’t work out. Happy was sliding more and more rapidly down that hill…and we didn’t want him dying alone in some far corner of the house, and we especially didn’t want him to linger in pain any longer than he had to. So this morning, we dropped the boys off with friends, and Kate and I took Happy to the UMN vet clinic and we made sure that when he went, he was surrounded by love, that he was held, he was comforted, and that his transition out of the world was as peaceful and calm as possible.
The house already feels a little empty. He was the Dude’s rug, I guess — he really tied the room together.
I’m going to miss that cat for a long damn time.