In this picture he's daring me to try and give him another of those horrible pills all the cats had to get. I didn't dare, he won. Then I took him to the vets and it took two of them to give him the pill. He hid in the sink while he was waiting for his appointment.
Doesn't he look happy? Well Simba was a pretty dynamic cat. He was our mountain lion, long sleek and strong. But Tuesday morning, early, he started yowling and went down cellar when he became paralyzed. Just like that. He was so distressed and kept throwing himself around trying to move. He was yowling and in such distress. We called the 24 hour vet and my husband took him. I expected a large vet bill and a fix. Instead the vet advised us to put him down (I always thought they had many expensive things to try so if they were suggesting this it was serious.) Recovery would be very painful and this would be apt to happen again sooner rather than later. So yes we had him put down. I found all this out as I was arriving at school, not the best of times. I made it through the day although I can't say it was my best teaching day ever. I went home at my break. My husband had made a box and dug a hole in our flower garden so we buried Simba, near Molly, another cat we had who died. I got to see him again and have a little closure from the bizarre experience of having a very healthy cat to one who was no longer alive. Before the day ended I did tell my students about it but it was hard. One thing 9 and 10 year olds are though is very sympathetic to the loss of a pet.
This collage shows Simba as a kitten, comforting Jameson when he
had his wisdom teeth out, being the king of all the cats, and greeting me after
a bike ride.
Our house is a bit empty even with two cats still here. They seem to be looking around and wondering where their friend is. So am I.