We had to have our Siamese Sebastian put down today. He had gotten weaker in the last couple of days and refused to eat. His wound was getting worse and we took him back to the vet and the blood work showed he had Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. The only thing we could do was to let him go to sleep so he would have no more pain or suffering.
We were able to go and say our goodbyes to "Momma's pretty boy". I let him know we loved him, but I know he knew that already. I also kept telling him that when he woke up he would be feeling all better and be able to play with Simon since Simon was waiting on him. Before he was given the sedative I was petting him and talking to him and he looked up at me and then laid his head in my hand as if to tell me "it's okay, I love you too".
Sebastian had a habit of claiming areas that were not his, but let us know he claimed it so therefore it was his! For instance, a Christmas present for my brother in law and the dining room table decorated for Christmas.
Our kitties were such a big part of our lives that even my BFF Karen never flinched about taking a nap in the recliner and being kept company by "the boys".
My daughter and I will miss them dearly and our hearts are breaking right now over our loss. I am trying to find comfort in knowing that they knew they were loved and adored and that neither is suffering anymore.