I love my in-laws, but they make me so crazy! I'll try to keep the story short...
B.J. was my in-laws cat. He was about 18 years old, which means they got him when my husband was only about 10. So hubby loved this cat dearly. He really was an amazing cat; very smart, talkative (part siamese), and BIG. In his prime he was 22 pounds - no fat, all muscle. He used to bully the other cats in the neighborhood something awful! After beating up a cat, he would kiss up to the wimpy-cat's owners!
About a year ago, BJ became quite ill. He lost a ton of weight, peed like crazy, and drank anything he could get. Obviously diabetes. Unfortunately, my in-laws never took him to the vet. They figured he was old and rather than drug him up, let him live out his last days in peace. After all, he seemed happy. He loved to eat, purr, and snuggle up with anyone.
Over the last few weeks, BJ took a significant turn for the worse. He was nothing but skin and bones. I would guess he was down to about 5 pounds. It was painful to see him try to walk. He couldn't hold down food. And what little food he could get down went right through him.
Hubby and I begged his parents to take him to the vet and end his suffering. We even offered to take him for them, if they couldn't handle it. They kept saying that they would get to it and let us know how he was.
Last week, we got a call. BJ was taken to the vet and put down. They buried him in the back yard. The strange part was that these facts were almost footnotes on the other topics of the call. They really made it sound like it wasn't a big deal. I think if we hadn't been home, they would have left this information on the answering machine! Hubby was upset to lose his childhood cat, but even more upset that he couldn't be there for the burial! But his parents couldn't understand why he was upset. They totally didn't think it was a big deal.
Poor hubby. He's not sure how to feel. He misses his cat. He feels cheated. His furious with his parents. I have tried to comfort him, but I don't know what to say.
I also miss BJ. He was an amazing cat. He loved to be held and if you said "kissy, kissy", he would rub his face all over yours.
Rest in peace BJ. "Kissy, kissy, BeeGee, WeeGee"
B.J. was my in-laws cat. He was about 18 years old, which means they got him when my husband was only about 10. So hubby loved this cat dearly. He really was an amazing cat; very smart, talkative (part siamese), and BIG. In his prime he was 22 pounds - no fat, all muscle. He used to bully the other cats in the neighborhood something awful! After beating up a cat, he would kiss up to the wimpy-cat's owners!
About a year ago, BJ became quite ill. He lost a ton of weight, peed like crazy, and drank anything he could get. Obviously diabetes. Unfortunately, my in-laws never took him to the vet. They figured he was old and rather than drug him up, let him live out his last days in peace. After all, he seemed happy. He loved to eat, purr, and snuggle up with anyone.
Over the last few weeks, BJ took a significant turn for the worse. He was nothing but skin and bones. I would guess he was down to about 5 pounds. It was painful to see him try to walk. He couldn't hold down food. And what little food he could get down went right through him.
Hubby and I begged his parents to take him to the vet and end his suffering. We even offered to take him for them, if they couldn't handle it. They kept saying that they would get to it and let us know how he was.
Last week, we got a call. BJ was taken to the vet and put down. They buried him in the back yard. The strange part was that these facts were almost footnotes on the other topics of the call. They really made it sound like it wasn't a big deal. I think if we hadn't been home, they would have left this information on the answering machine! Hubby was upset to lose his childhood cat, but even more upset that he couldn't be there for the burial! But his parents couldn't understand why he was upset. They totally didn't think it was a big deal.
Poor hubby. He's not sure how to feel. He misses his cat. He feels cheated. His furious with his parents. I have tried to comfort him, but I don't know what to say.
I also miss BJ. He was an amazing cat. He loved to be held and if you said "kissy, kissy", he would rub his face all over yours.
Rest in peace BJ. "Kissy, kissy, BeeGee, WeeGee"
