Blue, 2001 (?) - September 3, 2017

Blue died yesterday morning. He was in my arms, in the emergency vet clinic, when the fatal dose was administered.


I hadn't slept well for several nights, which is highly unusual for me. Yesterday, in the wee hours, Blue was on the bed, but he wasn't in his usual spot. He'd seemed perfectly well on Saturday. But he jumped down and let out a horrible yowl. He wandered into the living room and every now and then, yowled again.

I was waiting for him to throw up. He usually announces his barfing. But this was different and I heard his pain. It took me about a half cup of coffee to load him into the pet carrier and take him to the emergency vet.

The prognosis was grim. His bladder was full to bursting and obstructed. He had a large growth on his lung. His breathing was rough.

I can't go into any more detail. It's still too new and raw. But I made the decision to have him put down and he died in my arms.

And I thought I didn't cry anymore.