For those of you who didn't know, we had to put Roadkill to sleep this weekend. He stared getting sick this spring, and we found out his kidneys were shutting down. As you know, we're not the type to shell out thousands on cat dialysis, and the vet did say that sometimes these things do resolve themselves, so we focused on keeping him happy, and trying to get him to eat food with a lower protein content. Alas, he seemed to be turned off by eating, and kept getting thinner and thinner, no matter what we tried, including his original food. We've been debating what to do for a couple of weeks, as he's been a little bag of fluff and bones. We decided that while he still seemed happy, best to wait it out, love him up as much as possible, and if the time came when he seemed to be suffering, we'd put him to sleep.
Last week, he took a turn for the worse, and stopped drinking. We tried putting some fluids into him (vet gave us a kitty IV), but on Friday night he was laying on the bathroom floor with labored breathing. Finally, Saturday morning, he was barely concious and couldn't stand, so we decided the moment had arrived. We explained to Ava what was going on, and we all cried a little, and hugged and kissed him goodbye. Casey took him to the emergency vet.
We will all miss our big, dumb, slow, huggable love muffin. He may not have been graceful, or brilliant, but he was loyal, quiet, affectionate, and maintained a perfect track record with the litter box, all the way till the end. He was clever enough in his own way...he knew I was a total sucker for him when he sat up, so he'd be sitting up in the kitchen when I'd wake up in the morning, just waiting to be flopped over for a belly rub. Casey had him since he was a little kitten, when the two were almost inseparable, so he's understandably upset, although cheered by the fact that Big Kitty had a very good, and for his breed, a long life. We'll miss him very much. 
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