Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: In a kitty playground
Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge Jack
About 4 years ago, shortly after I got married, my husband wanted to do something nice for me. He knew I loved cats so even though he wasn't a cat person, he found a cat for us to rescue. Actually, he found two. Jack and Megan were litter mates and the shelter wanted them adopted out together so we took the plunge and adopted them both. Even though they were litter mates, they were polar opposites. Jack was a black/gray tabby who had a really mellow personality and didn't get into trouble. Megan was a Siamese/tabby mix who was energetic and a little hyper and her middle name was trouble. When we adopted them, my husband was not a cat lover. He had never owned a cat, was allergic to them, and was uncertain about how to even pet them.
Soon after we brought them home, they started to grow on my husband-especially Jack. From the self-proclaimed cat hater my husband was, we were now growing into a family. We lived with them in Colorado for a little while and the 4 of us moved to Texas in a moving truck about 2 years ago. When we got to Texas, we had established what "life" looked like. Jack would meet us at the door when we came home, Megan would continue to get into things she knew she wasn't supposed to. Along with strict diets so Jack could lose weight and kitty-proofing everything to keep Megan out of too much trouble, our life with them was set. We were truly a family. During this time, my husband and Jack grew closer and closer as Megan claimed me as hers and only wanted anything to do with Dad when Mom wasn't around.
Two days ago, I came home from work and noticed that Jack was breathing rapidly and his whole stomach would move up and down as he breathed also. We took him to see the vet yesterday morning where we left him for some x-rays and we would go from there. About 2 hours later, I called the vet and got the news. Jack's chest cavity was full of fluid. We went ahead and did an ultrasound as well as took a sample of the fluid both to figure out what it was and to relieve some of his discomfort. We found out that our little cat, who was only 5 years young, had a tumor at the base of his heart which was causing problems as it grew and that chyle was leaking into his chest cavity causing him respiratory distress. Without radical treatment like opening up his little chest cavity to remove a tumor and chemo and radiation, there wasn't much we could do. We took Jack home last night so we could have a little more time with him and see if he improved since they drained some of the fluid. Today, he was tired but too uncomfortable to sleep and his breathing was still labored. My husband and I decided that we had to do what was best for him, not what our selfishness wanted which was to hold onto him forever. With heavy hearts, we put him to rest.
We are both so heartbroken over this turn of events. He was way too young to die like this. We worry how Jack's sister will take it also. Our definition of life will forever be changed. My husband is beside himself about how fast life changes--literally in 1 phone call.
Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge, Rest in Peace Sweet Jack. We will miss you so much and we loved you so much. We may have made your life a little better when we adopted you, but you made our lives infinitely better by being in our lives. Love, Mom, Dad and Megan