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A Battle Lost

Logan Loses the Fight

Today, after careful consideration, we elected to put our beloved neurotic cat to sleep.

The past few weeks have been filled with angst, frustration and, honestly, bilious piles of orally ejected cat food (to put it politely).

A few weeks ago, Logan couldn’t really keep anything down. Never really being a worry-free cat (having had a heart murmur as a kitten and several bladder infections and crystal buildups to his credit), we immediately suspected that this was something more than hairballs.

The poor little guy was just having a rough go of eating. After having thrown up everything he ate one morning, he just continued to do so at random intervals. All day. This doesn’t bode well when your stomach contains nothing. The mere sound of food landing in their bowls would send him into convulsions and his water intake was down.

After analysis at the vet, they couldn’t find anything wrong with him (they took x-rays), but informed us that not all materials show up in x-rays and that given the configuration of his digestive system, the probable location of a blockage was the stomach exit. If the condition continued he would require detailed analysis and surgery.

They prescribed anti-vomit medication and gave him an injection of subcutaneous fluid to keep him hydrated for a few days. He wasn’t getting better. He would vomit the anti-vomit medication and would not eat. For a few days after, he seemed to get better, but relapsed back to the miserable state he was in before we took him to the vet.

We couldn’t afford the surgery. We couldn’t even afford the detailed analysis, really. And even if we could, the fact that while we did love him, Logan was a goofball that ate everything from carpet to foam, it was a question of whether or not trying to save him would actually stop him from being in the same predicament again.

So the family said their goodbyes (Little J said bye bye Gogan and gave him a kiss on the forehead) and I took him in to be euthanized.

It’s amazing how such a small creature can break your heart.

I miss him already, even if he could be a pain in the ass.

Goodbye, Logan
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I’ll write more soon about our little furry friend tomorrow (good stuff, I promise). I need to get some sleep because I am tired.


9 Responses

  1. Bye bye, Logan.

  2. I was amazed when Ginkgo died a couple years ago how much presence an 8 lb critter can have in your house (I felt the same way about my infant children, as I recall, only neither of them was as small as 8 lbs…).

    RIP, Logan. And a hug to you, Jorge!

  3. Oh no! I’m so sorry to hear that! That you did the right thing probably isn’t much of a comfort, but he’s no longer suffering and that’s what counts.

    He looks so much like Bing, who’s seriously getting on in years.

  4. I’m sorry Jorge.

  5. Dude, that sucks. Hope the family is coping okay. All the best.

  6. My heart is sad. Rest easy, pretty kitty. 😦

  7. It was always great when he actually came within petting distance of me. I enjoyed winning the trust of The Skittish One, even if it only lasted for about fourteen seconds.

    Sorry, dude.

  8. 😦

    It’s always such a sad thing…even when it’s the right thing to do.

    I’m so sorry.

  9. sorry to hear about Logan … your words give readers alot of insight to you and your loving family . It was hard , it was kind, it was loving to give as you did in life and in death .
    hugs always

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