Krazy Kat update....just back from the vet....diagnosis was a major blood clot cutting off blood flow to his hind quarters resulting in paralysis....the decision was made to put the little guy down....at least he didn’t die alone outside in freezing weather...he allowed himself to be petted and stroked, and did his best to meow, no hissing or spitting. We’ll miss the little guy.
Krazy Kat update....just back from the vet....diagnosis was a major blood clot cutting off blood flow to his hind quarters resulting in paralysis....the decision was made to put the little guy down....at least he didn’t die alone outside in freezing weather...he allowed himself to be petted and stroked, and did his best to meow, no hissing or spitting. We’ll miss the little guy.
Krazy Kat update....just back from the vet....diagnosis was a major blood clot cutting off blood flow to his hind quarters resulting in paralysis....the decision was made to put the little guy down....at least he didn’t die alone outside in freezing weather...he allowed himself to be petted and stroked, and did his best to meow, no hissing or spitting. We’ll miss the little guy.
Krazy Kat update....just back from the vet....diagnosis was a major blood clot cutting off blood flow to his hind quarters resulting in paralysis....the decision was made to put the little guy down....at least he didn’t die alone outside in freezing weather...he allowed himself to be petted and stroked, and did his best to meow, no hissing or spitting. We’ll miss the little guy.
Poor old Krazy Kat. As it was said, the little fella didn’t have to spend his last days outside in the cold. Thanks for caring for Krazy K
Krazy Kat update....just back from the vet....diagnosis was a major blood clot cutting off blood flow to his hind quarters resulting in paralysis....the decision was made to put the little guy down....at least he didn’t die alone outside in freezing weather...he allowed himself to be petted and stroked, and did his best to meow, no hissing or spitting. We’ll miss the little guy.
Everytime I see this fella I look at mine and wonder how they would cope with one.
I had to put my little boy to sleep last week, he stopped eating & drinking completely and was just so weak. I carried him to the vet & he went to sleep in my arms. How incredibly difficult it is to say goodbye...
I found him when he was 2 weeks old, crawling on his belly, snuffling for milk.
a little fireball, biting & refusing to be carried
But he was very quiet & would happily stay where we put him
I bottle fed him for 2 weeks & he bit the teats off 2 bottles, probably why he was abandoned.
He ambushed our ankles, and indiscriminately bit our toes, fingers & the other cats. To wake me, he bit the soft flesh on my palms with his little vampire teeth. He never held back when he bit, so he almost always drew blood.
How i wish he was here to bite me now...
At his prime, he weighed around 9kg
The cat on the right weighs 5kg,
Papa will see you again...
