What a torrid few days it’s been. One of our cats “Snap” has been ill since the new year with a wounds in his leg and behind his neck that won’t heal. We’ve been through 7 different treatments, 4 types of bandage, 3 collars, 2 vets, £700 and he’s been incarcerated in the living room for 10 weeks.
Sadly it all came to no avail and after getting gangrene in his leg, we had to take the decision to have him put to sleep on Friday. It was made worse by the fact that I wasn’t at home and the family had to deal with it without me. It’s always sad to lose a cat, especially when we’ve put in such an effort to treat him, he was only 4 years old too. In fact, it’s the very first cat we’ve had to put down, others have been run over or simply gone missing. Jadzia was very upset, as I’m sure you can imagine.
I’m beginning to wonder if naming cats in a theme when you get them is a good idea. We got 3 cats at once and so called them Snap, Crackle and Pop. First Pop disappeared when we were on holiday and now Snap has gone, leaving just Crackle. We also got Romulus and Remus, but Romulus got run over round the corner. Somewhere along the line, Crackle and Remus doesn’t have quite the same ring to it…
Then this morning whilst at work, I get a call from a crying little girl: she’s woken up to find her hamster is dead in its cage. Losing 2 pets in 4 days, that’s not good! It makes me feel terrible for working away from home too, as I’m not there to help with Daddy comfort and burial duties. At 2 years old, it’s not a terrible age for a hamster, and given the number of times it escaped and was chased by the cats in the house (once actually getting properly caught!) it’s been lucky to live that long to be honest.
Not a good week.
