Friday, October 12, 2012
We pretty much had the worst night ever last night.
It started with Fred having what we thought was another seizure. He seemed to recover from it faster than the last one at first, but then he started getting worse. It got to where we knew we had to take him in to an emergency vet - he just was not ok.
The emergency vet told us that she assumed it was a blood clot which meant that he had a heart condition. I don't understand how his usual vet could have possibly missed that when he was there SO many times lately.
His heart stopped while we were discussing our options. And ours have been breaking ever since.
My big man. He was the one we called the puppy-cat because he was always there to greet us when we got home and came when he was called. He loved getting all the affection we could give him - we could have kissed the fur off of his little face and he would have been happy. He loved to sleep on my pillow, tangled in my hair - something I always called Freddy-hat. He loved sitting in any cardboard box we brought into the house - even if it was too small for him. He was always happy and loved when we would carry him around the house with us. He would tell us when the food or water bowls were low. His favorite things to beg for were wheat thins, ice cream, and cereal milk - and he would make sure you didn't forget that he was waiting for some. He was sweet and funny and SOOO so loved by everyone that met him.
There is a big hole in my heart. He will be missed more than I could ever possibly put into words.