I'm sad to report that Mr K passed away last night. While we knew he was 15 and very poorly with pancreatitis. He had to be put down after he started breathing badly, the vet x-rayed him and found his lungs had filled with fluid, so she didn't have any choice.
But, if you can ever call it that, he had a good death.
The vets, 2 nurses and myself where there at the end and made sure he was comfortable and purring away.
Which I guess is all anyone can hope for.
As some of you know it was amazing that he'd survived that well. A few years back an animal hating neighbour placed sharpened sticks in the ground, which resulted in micro surgery for Mr K and later the loss of one back leg.
But despite that he was still the same, constantly wanting food, tripping people up and too darn good at being a 6am furry alarm clock
Who I'm to going to really miss.
But, if you can ever call it that, he had a good death.
The vets, 2 nurses and myself where there at the end and made sure he was comfortable and purring away.
Which I guess is all anyone can hope for.
As some of you know it was amazing that he'd survived that well. A few years back an animal hating neighbour placed sharpened sticks in the ground, which resulted in micro surgery for Mr K and later the loss of one back leg.
But despite that he was still the same, constantly wanting food, tripping people up and too darn good at being a 6am furry alarm clock