Max

This is such a hard post to write. We had to take Max to the vet this morning. He has started having trouble going to the bathroom, but I was watching him and switched him to a half wet, half dry diet. I was also giving him some cranberry vitamins once in a while. Well, yesterday morning Max was acting very sick. He had two accidents on the carpet and was hunched and moaning. I made up a plate of his wet food that he normally goes crazy for, but he never touched it the whole day. I couldn't even get him to drink. I kept him in the washroom hoping that whatever it was would work it's way out and he would once again get better. He never did. Last night was a long night. I stayed up with him until 1:30 and he seemed to like me there -- snuggled up against my foot once in a while. It was terrible seeing him suffer so much. I got him in right away at 8 and found out that he was totally blocked and it would be $500 to fix the initial problem and then we were also looking at an additional surgery. After telling the vet that I couldn't afford that he left and room and then came back and said I could sign him over to the clinic and sometimes people donate funds to fix an animal and then they would do their best to find a new home for the "special needs" cat. He is so beautiful so I have little doubt that someone would take him in a heartbeat if he survives the surgery. My heart has been heavy all day but at the same time is at peace that it was the right decision. I am thankful for the time we have been blessed with Max and the many wonderful memories we have of him. Thanks, Max, for being such a great asset to our family: for being a companion to Prae, a play-mate for Si, for being a rag doll for Savannah, and for being a foot-warmer for me. You will be missed!