Lost a good one yesterday (cw: loss)
A foster fail at 5 weeks old, our 12 year old manx cat, Nubbin, was lifted from his body yesterday. He was a true manx: dog-like, affectionate, overly cuddly, an escape artist just to show he could do it. He followed us everywhere around the house, sat on the kitchen table (even if we didn’t always want him to) at every meal. He slept next to me every night without fail. Even on deaths door he wedged himself between my husband and I on the tiny vet couch.
I’m still in shock-he went to his well visit on June 5th where he was given a clean bill of health. My guess is the vaccines set something off that his immune system couldn’t handle. It was so hard to watch him suffer becoming incredibly sick and unable to eat. The choice to ease the suffering was so painful especially not knowing what was wrong. We have a five year old daughter who was finally able to snuggle and play with him to boot.
RIP nubz our little rumpy forever 💔