Our Mickey is gone. We had to have him put to sleep today. He's been on chemo for Inflammatory Bowel Disease for 2 years. He's done really well up until this past weekend. The treatment simply stopped working. We started to see him going downhill pretty fast so, hard as it was, we had to do something. It's been very, very hard and we are hurting terribly.
Mickey was so full of personality. He was a scrappy kitty, a fighter. But he was also a lover. He loved on us bigtime. He especially loved his mama, Sarah. Many was the time he would sit on the couch next to her and gaze adoringly at her with a little drool gathering at his mouth. He really did! There are so many great memories of Mickey...too many to recount here. Suffice it to say, we are really going to miss him and the next who-knows-how-many days are going to be rough.
We've lost 3 kittys in 4 years. First, we lost Trinity, my black kitty. Then last year we lost Max. Sarah got Mickey and Max together 16 years ago. Now they are all gone. No more cats for the Gordon's...at least not anytime too soon. We get too attached. It's just too hard to lose them.
It's going to sound really corny but I hope there is a special heaven for kitties somewhere and that Trinity, Max and Mickey are neck deep in catnip.
We love you and miss you, Mickey. We're not sure how we're going to live without you.