my stepdad just made a strong, wood box to keep jules in, and buried him. mom and i put up this pedestal and light as a marker and then decided to pluck some of our flowers to place there, too. i already miss this cat so, so much. he was the biggest sweetheart.
we’re making sure to give vince extra love & attention now that his brother is gone. we aren’t entirely sure if he actually knows yet. he’s been wandering around a lot today. anyway, i thought these pictures of mom and vince were sweet.
the vet wasn’t entirely sure what the root of the problem was. there was fluid in his chest cavity, and on the x-ray it looked like something was pushing his lungs down and we could barely even see his heart through all the fluid.. they think it was a tumor causing congestive heart failure, and also possibly this virus, FIP. either way, there was nothing else we could do. it hurts, it really fucking hurts, but this was a better option than selfishly prolonging his life.
i’m gonna miss this big dumb cat so fucking much.
before he was pre-medicated prior to euthanasia, we were telling the doctor about how goofy he was. how he didn’t EVER know how to cat. he’d try so hard, scratching at the edge of the litter box, to bury his poop. and we’d always groan, “it’s okay jules, we know, you forget how to cat.” they were given away on craigslist awfully young, and my husband became their lucky owner. we’ve tried to let vince, his littermate, who has never been more than a couple hours without his brother, say good bye before we bury him, but vince won’t have it. we won’t force it, but i read and was told that it’s best to let the cats “find out” or realize/smell him, so that they know, rather than wander looking for him, vince especially. he was just so funny. jules had the loudest purrs… you’d just look at him and walk over and he started purring up a storm. so lovable. i know that there was nothing we could’ve done, given this outcome. i know that had i noticed or gotten him in 2 days sooner it wouldn’t have changed anything. i know that with how he was struggling to breathe the last 2 days… it wasn’t going to get better, and he was so uncomfortable. i thought it was a hairball he was fighting with. i gave him vaseline to work the hairball out. he’d cough and do the pre-gag thing, then swallow. i thought, ‘you silly cat. cats puke! it’s okay to puke it up big derp!’ but well. that wasn’t the case. and here we are.