(Freckles - 2003 - 2017)
As I mentioned in my Sunday post, our 14 year old cat Freckles was not doing well. He had lost weight and for the last few days he had turned his nose up at most foods except for a couple of licks and a few laps of water here and there. Then last night his breathing seemed a bit labored, so first thing this morning we made an appointment to bring him to the Vet. On the way there in his carrier in the back seat, a 20 minute ride, he let on one cry (our cats have always hated the car) but, when we got to the Vet he seemed unresponsive in his carrier so they rushed him in to be checked. We soon got the sad news that he had passed away. We were told he had a lot of fluid in his lungs and that, his weakened state, along with the stress of the car ride, most likely resulted in heart failure.
We got Freckles as a kitten in Rhode Island, always an indoor cat, he was never a lap cat, but he loved being close to us (especially my husband). He loved being brushed, watching the birds, squirrels and chipmunks and playing with toys. He was well loved and will be deeply missed.
2017 has been a terrible year for us and our furry friends. As some of you might recall, in February, we lost our sweet Lily, also 14 years of age, and I can't say we are over her loss, even 8 months later. Our fur babies are down to just 1 now, Buddy, who is 15 and, like his humans, is quite sad today. He's looking around the house for his friend and seems a bit nervous, not able to find a place for himself.
To all my readers with a furry family member, give them an extra hug and extra treat today. Our time on earth is short and we are never ready when faced with that loss.
RIP Freckles, you were loved.