07 August 2009 ~ 4 Comments

RIP Pete

Pete and BryanIt’s sadly ironic that I showcased Bryan’s cat Pete in my blog so recently, and today he is gone. Not long after that post, Pete was diagnosed with kidney failure. It’s not uncommon for older cats, but Pete really wasn’t that old, which makes it all the more unfortunate. Bryan and I noticed he’d been more absent than usual one weekend, and then that he was looking skinny and acting sluggish, so Bryan took him to the doctor the following week. The vet reported that his kidneys had failed already, giving him a couple weeks to a couple months to live. So Bryan broke out the expensive wet food (easier for Pete to eat because of his existing dental issues) and tried to fatten him up and keep him happy.

Pete waits patiently for chiliBut, even with a few mornings pestering Bryan in bed for more food or water (his usual repertoire) his condition worsened more quickly than the doctor estimated. On Wednesday night, he climbed into the bathtub after Erica had taken a shower, never a good sign with sick animals. We put his water bowl in with him, and he drank for several minutes straight. Later that night, he was in the corner under Nick’s bed. It was obvious he was not gaining weight and it was time to put his quality of life first.

So, Bryan made the incredibly hard decision to let him go. He and his mom took Pete to the vet today. And that was that. Even now, it makes me tear up to think about it. I know I have a soft heart anyway, especially when it comes to animals, but I’d already grown to love that little orange fuzzball. Even with matted fur on his little legs, stinky breath and goobers on his face, I would’ve let him sit on my lap for hours if he would’ve tolerated me that long. But, although it hurts that he’s gone, and my heart goes out to Bryan, Pete and his Snack PackNancy and the rest of Pete’s extended family, it hurt more to see him in pain.

Erica came up with a story once that Pete was going to Space Camp. She told Bryan he could come, too, if he hid in Pete’s backpack and promised not to eat his Snack Packs. When I was at the market last night gathering supplies to cook dinner at Bryan’s, I saw a package of Jell-O pudding cups in the clearance section. I thought Pete wouldn’t mind the brand discrepancy, so I bought them. I brought him a cup last night, for his ultimate trip to Space Camp this afternoon.

We’ll miss you, buddy. We won’t be the same without you. We’re already changed because of you. And even though I barely got to know you, I love you dearly, Peters. Have a great time at Space Camp. :*)

4 Responses to “RIP Pete”

  1. Kerry 10 August 2009 at 8:45 pm Permalink

    :(

    Why is it a bad sign for animals to get into the bathtub?

  2. e. autumne 10 August 2009 at 9:33 pm Permalink

    It may not be a bad sign in real veterinary terms, but we’d just heard a similar story from Bryan’s mom about her cat. Seems to indicate a need for all-over moisture and coolness, an intense thirst. If a cat hangs out in and around the shower regularly, it probably isn’t any sort of sign, but if he doesn’t… well, it could be. :\ For Pete, it was.

  3. Kerry 10 August 2009 at 9:37 pm Permalink

    I see. Thanks for letting me know. (One of my cats regularly lounges in the tub, so I got worried.)

  4. e. autumne 10 August 2009 at 9:43 pm Permalink

    Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t worry about that. Some cats actually enjoy the water, contrary to all those silly feline stereotypes. :)