On September 1st, 2015 we sadly lost our Addie : (
Sadly our little Addie passed and this was the difficult post I was referring to. Addie being the one who still acted the most feral even though he was with us for 7 and half years. He would always be around to eat, rest and have a safe place to sleep at night but I still could not really pet or get to close to him on most occasions. For this reason, I did not know what to do as he started to take a turn for the worst. It seemed, for a few years, he would not feel well and then bounce right back. On many occasions I would realize he was having trouble with bowel movements. I would give him olive oil in his food and all was better. On a regular basis I would incorporate the olive oil into the feeding schedule to help Addie and the other kitties. We know it couldn't hurt them :)
All seemed to be going along just fine until one day in the later part of the summer I noticed how Addie was losing weight. Knowing the trauma that would be caused by attempting to get Addie to the veterinarian, I could not decided what was best for him. Also keeping in mind that once, and if I was able to trap him, getting him to the veterinarian, I was sure continued treatment would be necessary and knew I would never be able to trap him again. Those of us who know cats, once they know what could be coming, they will do everything in their power, even when ill, not to have the situation happen again. Especially with ferals. He was not truly feral but enough so.
That is why this post was so difficult to type even to this day. I still beat myself up not knowing if I made the right decision; letting him go peacefully at home without trauma or to have put him through the trauma. To this day it brings tears to my eyes.
He progressively got worse but always ate a bit and drank his water which is part of the reason I felt it best for Addie to be home and go peacefully with is siblings and buddies.
Then on Sunday, August, 30, 2015 when he came to the back door for some food, Addie actually rubbed on my legs and looked me right in my eyes. It broke my heart and again questioned if I took the right path for little Addie.
I will always remember that last look and one could imagine many variations as to why and what he was trying to tell me.
Sweet, little Addie ~ I hope he is running around over the rainbow bridge with all his other siblings and buddies that passed.
|Here is a collage of Addie when he was well.|
|In the far left, by the steps, is Addie. This is a few weeks before he passed.|
In the picture with him are; Isabella (all black), Noah (orange and white), Sometimes (black with white paws)
and Candice (Calico)
Thank you for stopping by and following Caring Hearts Loving Paws ~ Adriana