3 August, 2009
I had to put my cat Morpheus to sleep today. He was suffering from a whole host of health complications, unfortunately. So, if I’m a bit slow to respond to emails the next few days you’ll know.
Morpheus was the first cat I got living on my own. He was the only male of a litter of cats a friend had by accident. He also happened to be one of the all-black ones. I called him “Morpheus”, after the god of sleep, because he always fell asleep in my arms when I held him as a little kitten. Kat picked out his sister, who she named Macha, who was also black; she passed away a while ago. Together, they had Loki, who passed away three years ago.
He had been having health problems for a while. He wasn’t eating or drinking much, dropping from a peak of 16 pounds to only 6. One of his eyes was cloudy; the vets suspected lymphoma, but without spending a few thousand dollars on tests we couldn’t know for sure. After spending a lot only to learn dire news with Loki, I wasn’t eager to spend that much money, especially in this economy. We gave him some steroids to try to get him to eat, but they only worked for a few days. Most recently he had been stumbling around, showing weakness in his back legs. The vet thinks he might have had a blood clot restricting blood flow to his legs. Again, it’d take quite a bit of money to do a full work up, and he’s not in the best of health, and the vet thought we might be able to extend his life by only a few weeks at best. He was also jaundiced, and his body temperature has been dropping. It was a preponderance of problems that just made him miserable and uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to be saved at the last minute.
We’ve got a bottle of good whiskey to send him off. He’s survived by two other black cats, not related. I miss him already.