OT: Gizmo

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Thursday I put my cat Gizmo to sleep. By Tuesday I knew I would have to do that for

him. He struggled to walk, sit and to go up and down stairs (his litter box is in the basement.) He barely ate anything for over a week and drank very little water. He was so thin that you could feel every rib and

vertebra. He would stumble into the kitchen and cry for food but he couldn't eat. He would lay around all day on the sofa or on the hamper in the bathroom. I took him to the Vet everyday last week and everyday this

week for subcutaneous fluids (they are injected under the cats skin in his back, alternating sides.) For 5 years I took him to the Vet twice a week for fluids and they kept his kidney disease in check but now they

didn't work. He had been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism at the beginning of December and I guess his body just couldn't handle it any more. Once his thyroid was under control his kidneys crashed. The Vet told me on Thursday that she could try IV fluids on Gizmo and that I would have to force feed him. I knew Gizmo would hate that and his life would be even more miserable! He looked so pathetic and sad. He whined when I touched him. Before his health deteriorated he was picking on my Mom by dumping the garbage in the bathrooms and chewing on every plastic bag he could get his paws on. When I would call him he would come running, so much for cats taking a message and getting back to you! He would follow me all over the house. He was such a big baby, he LOVED to be held like a baby. He would cry to be held and Siamese cats KNOW how to CRY. My Mom

would hold him and he would lay his head on her shoulder and purr (he was a loud purrer!) and he would drool on her. I think he did that because he had a super long tongue and he wold sometimes stick his tongue out at me. One time when my mom was holding him he swatted at the toothpick in her mouth and I took a picture of it and he had wrapped his tongue around the toothpick! So funny!I couldn't watch him suffer any longer so I had the Vet put him to sleep. She gave me options and I decided to have her inject the euthanasia solution in his stomach. She said that way he would stay alive for 20 to 30 minutes and I could hold him and talk to him. Gizmo let me hold him on his back so that she could inject his stomach. Then, I held him like a baby and he relaxed in my arms, he even stuck his tongue out at me. He was so weak that he passed away in less than 5 minutes but he went so peacefully in my arms

I didn't mind. I knew he was tired and wanted to go home to Heaven to be with my other pets and people he knew. It was VERY HARD on me and my Mom but I knew it was the right thing to do for Gizmo.Anyway, Gizmo was 14 yrs old, he was a Chocolate Point Siamese. You may think that's old but it wasn't. Gizmo was the baby of the family. My Blue Point Siamese, Mia is 19 years old, soon to be 20!I LOVE YOU Gizmo! JenP.S. It's too quiet in our house now.

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