My kitty Tigger went to the rainbow bridge this morning... He was old, but i wasnt expecting this to happen so soon.
This morning i woke up at around 5, becasue of a noise that sounded like someone car alarm going off. Bailey had to pee so i brought him outside and realized this "car alarm" was coming from the field behind my house. Tiggers meow has always been really loud, and does actually sound like a car alarm sometimes, so i knew it was him. He is 19 years old, and sometimes he kind of forgets whatever he was doing, so i went out into the field to bring him back into the yard (all our cats are inside/outside cats, they go in and out as they wish). I saw him laying in the middle of the field and i knew somthing was wrong by the way he was just sitting there so i put Bailey back inside. I set up one of the little cat beds we have inside and got a bowl of canned food for him, but when i went out to get him it was alot worse than i expected. He was soaking wet, like he had been laying there all night, which is very weird for him because he always sleeps in the cat house we made (its kind of like a dog house, only with 4 seperate "rooms" for each of our cats) When i went close to him he freaked out and started tried getting up and he just fell over and he started shaking. His legs were stuck straight and he was rolling around hissing and making his car alarm noise..
We had been deciding whether to have him PTS or not lately. He was completly fine until this morning. He ate like normal yesterday, wasnt acting any different. I knew he wasnt going to be around to much longer, bring a 19 year old deaf cat, with arthritis and no teeth, and fed not such a good diet(cheap kibble, the cats arnt really "my" animals, so what they are fed isnt up to me) but he has had a good life. They got him when i was born. I have baby pics of me with him. He was quite a character. He had a brown circle around his mouth, which fit him so well because his favorite activity in the world was eating, and so it always looked like he had food smeared around his mouth. We called him Big Tig for short. I always had to make his food "special" because he had no teeth. I had to give himmostly canned, with kibble soaked in water so he could eat it. His favorite thing, besides food, was getting brushed. Ive never seen a cat that loved being brushed as much as him. He would stay as long as you were brushing him, and if you stoped he would follow you around meowing for more. Whenever he was being petted or brushed, he would drool. That was his signature mark of being very happy.
Laying on Baileys bed
Sunning himself on the picnic table, his favorite spot
R.I.P my Big Tig