It's just proof ......further proof......that we never know what's going to happen.
Yesterday Lois and I were having lunch after weaving off the 4x6 rug warp on the Toika, when we noticed Kizzy lying on the living room floor about 8" away from Roy.
This was not a normal scenario. Kizzy might be in the same room as Roy, but on the other side of the room, watching him for any sign of movement.
L and I both reacted the same way.
I went and picked him up, he kind of leaned back in my arms like a baby. Lethargic, the only word that fits.
I remembered an ER doc who was teaching a PALS course, who told us not to ever use the word lethargic unless we REALLY meant it.
Lois immediately went to get the cat carrier out of the barn, and I called the vet. I took him there, where he stayed overnight.
Today, the prognosis was not good. He had pleural effusion, or in layman's terms, fluid around his lungs, so much that it obscured his heart on X-ray. They drew labs, and did another X-ray. One kidney had shrunk to almost nothing, and the other was incredibly huge. His kidney function was off the charts. The bottom line is that he probably had a tumor in his kidney, that was causing all the other problems. They highly suggested euthanasia.
They asked me if I wanted to be there.
He was about 4 months old.
From the very beginning, he was a prince. He was gentle, and sweet, and he remained that way always.
He never lost his "feral" characteristics, living in seclusion in the attic most of the day, coming down for food and an occasional "lounging around".
I often said he was the best indicator if someone was coming to the studio. If he heard a car turn into the driveway, he was gone.
I can't believe he's gone.......too soon, only 8 years old. But he had a good life, he was much loved, and he loved back.
Lois and I will miss him terribly, but poor Jinksie girl will miss him more.
He was her guy. And she doesn't know about life not being fair.
Rest easy, Kismet. I am so glad to have known you.