Tigger

In August 2016, I had to put my dear cat, Tigger, to sleep. He had thrown a blood clot that lodged in his arteries, blocking blood flow to his back legs.

It was an utterly devastating decision to have to make, as I'm sure any loving person knows, if not first-hand, by word-of-mouth and empathy.

Tigger was a very loving, cool little dude, who just loved to cuddle and hang out with me.

Having been abandoned as a younger cat, when I found him he was pretty desperate for a home. He already had some issues to deal with: food allergies, dog attacks, neurosis, and was trying to find a caring home to move into. He came upon my house, and at the time I already had 2 other cats and didn't want a third. However, I took pity on him as it was the dead of winter and the entire bottom half of his body was furless due to the food allergies. I brought him in, much to the disgust of my other cats, and the rest was history.

When he threw the blood clot, I knew immediately there was something wrong. I took him to the vet and we were seen right away. After the exam, the small, very sad and sympathetic speech ended with, "the treatment is about 30 days long and is EXTREMELY painful for the cat. The success rate is very poor, and there is a very strong likelihood it will happen again within the next 12 months. I really recommend euthanasia."

I made the decision, and it was very tough. But he's on the other side of the rainbow bridge now, and I KNOW he is doing great.

RIP Tigger. You will always be my best little buddy.

Jazzard