So this is the post that I have been dreading writing for a few months now. I knew the end was nearing for my Magnus cat, but I didn’t think it would happen so suddenly. I am going to keep this brief as I don’t want to spend the rest of my evening in tears. It was just a week ago I posted a whole post on my cat (here), and 3 days later it was the last time I would see him.
He had been through a very rough time over the years. Being abandoned as a kitten and again as a young cat, losing his eye, and then becoming fully blind, and then developing gum disease and losing his teeth. But he always kept up his spirit (and appetite!). However, on Wednesday we found him bleeding a lot from his mouth. Although he was still eating, he could hardly move, and his gums had turned white. After a bit of Googling, the apparently meant that he was bleeding internally, and he was suffering from shock.
After spending the afternoon sitting with him on the backdoor step, I could see that he was suffering and didn’t want to stick around anymore. And I knew that we were all helpless to save him. He was a very old cat and we knew there was nothing that even the vet could do for him this time. 7 years ago the vet told us that he wouldn’t last longer than 6 months, but we didn’t want to put him down then, he seemed so happy. And he carried on living as a healthy cat for many more years.
But on Wednesday we had to make the heart breaking decision to put him down. This absolutley killed me, but I knew it was for the best, as he looked so weak. I spent the afternoon with him, and he still purred as I stroked him and gave him a little brush. But he didn’t move from that doorstep all day. So in the evening, we took him to the vets and said goodbye for the last time.
I couldn’t stay in the room as he had the injection, but my Mum stayed with him, while my Dad and I waited outside. We decided that we wanted to take Magnus’s body home with us so we could bury him. So that same evening my Dad worked hard to built him his own wooden coffin, and dug him a deep hole in the garden, under the birdtable (his favourite hangout), where we buried my baby in his box.
Words cannot explain how much I loved my Magnus, and how much I miss him now. But I know we did the right thing for him. He was the best cat I could ever have wished for and I will miss him everyday. I love that even though he has been very sick over the last year, he stayed here so that I could see him when I got back from Florida. I was terrified he would die while I was away and I wouldnt get to say goodbye. But he lasted a few extra months, and we even got a last Christmas with him.
RIP Magnus 11/01/2012 ♥
|The two above photos were taken on his last day ♥|
|Kitty when he had 2 eyes 🙂|
|Me playing ‘babies’ with him as a child, forcing him into my dolly buggy|
|Me dressed up as a war child for school with Magnus ♥|
|Magnus sitting on my bedroom desk with him, admiring my goldfish bowl!|
|Saying goodbye before I went to Florida|
|Us sleeping in the conservatory when I was 13!|