I came here last summer when I lost my Ellie
girl. And now my Cricket is gone.
I just recently noticed Cricket seemed thinner. And then in the past few days he was drinking water like crazy. I came home from work Thursday night to find him lying in the bathroom, breathing rapidly, lethargic. I put him in the bedroom with me away from the other cats so he wouldn't be so stressed, but something was obviously very wrong.
I put him in the bed with me for the night, but when I woke up in the middle of the night he had moved to the floor. Anyway, I tried to call my vet only to find the number disconnected! (that's another story)
In the morning I got him in to see a different vet. She called me at work around noon. He apparently was diabetic and was in ketoacidosis.
To try to get him out of it would have meant driving an hour to an emergency hospital and putting him in intensive care, and even then she said he may have other problems...his heart or his pancreas.
I let him go. She stayed late so I could come after work. He was so much worse when I got there.
But I picked him up and held him as he left...rubbed his belly and his feet and kissed his head and smelled his clean, soft fur. Poor little boy. It hurt me so bad. But even tho this was the first time I'd been to this vet, she was so kind and understanding and even hugged me. Everyone there fell in love with Cricket just in a day. He had that effect on people.
Cricket was 14 years old. He was a little slow...very sweet...and smart. He just had that kind of personality. And he was so handsome. He had big, green eyes and huge ears, a wide nose and face. He would "talk" to me, making loud ROWR! sounds. He hated it when I whistled or sang. He'd come all the way up and get in my face to make me stop. He had a shoe fetish...loved to lay on them, and he always kneaded my shoes/feet when I came home, and I would thank him for the "foot massage". I've had several cats and I've loved them all, but I think I loved Cricket the most. Just the sweetest boy.
I don't think he'd shown signs of diabetes for very long, so I don't think I missed it, but now...I wish I had known, even tho that would have meant other difficult decisions. But I didn't want him to end up so sick like this so fast.
My cat sitter commented when I was away a couple of weeks ago that with three kitties I need a bigger water bowl...it was always empty. Now I know...Cricket was drinking it all.
And the litter boxes. I had been amazed at how much three cats could put in there, but now that Cricket's gone the boxes aren't that full. It was him.
And I didn't realize it.
I miss him so much.
I even cried in front of people at work after I got the call, and I NEVER show emotion like that in public. One thing that helps, after sending two kitties before this over the bridge in my life, is knowing that time does help...that this pain will lessen, even tho I fear it will kill me right now. I re-read my posts about Ellie and I see that I was inconsolable then as well, so I know it will get better. But right now I just miss my sweet Cricket.