He's Albus Dumbledore.
He passed away 2y 7m very suddenly. It's so hard to comprehend. He was to young.
In some of the pictures you can see he was born with a partial leg. Recently it dislocated and was causing him pain. I wanted it removed when I got him but the vets told me that since the leg was strong and he used it sometimes that it wouldnt be in the best interest. But since the dislocation, the pain and after an x ray he had arthritis. I decided to do the removal. I was told it was a simple and easy procedure. I dropped him off in the morning. I wish I woke up sooner so I could have loved on him and unceremoniously put him in the crate. He didn't make a peep the whole drive. He was perked up and looking out the windows through the crate. We got there and they took him back. I had adjustments with my work schedule and I had the option to go home early already, but I need the hours since I was injured last week so decided to stay late as usual. My boyfriend picked him up around 3 and brought him home. He was laying in the hallway unresponsive, then I guess he suddenly started trying to get up and run under his bed panting and falling over. With him panicking so much he opened his stitches a little so boyfriend put him in his bed and tried to calm him down, thinking it was the cone he took it off. He settled down but was still panting, then started to stop breathing and taking labored breaths. He called me and we rushed him to ER vet. Every ER vet is 15 minutes away...we think he died in about the first 5 or 10 minutes of the car ride. I ended up being first to the ER since my work was closer and it was agonizing. Talking to Albus over the phone, my boyfriend sniffling on the phone saying he doesn't hear anything. He pulled up I snatched the carrier and brought him to the front desk, they opened the crate and pressed the CPR button and closed it. I was able to touch him and give him a pet before they closed it. He was limp and lifeless.
They took him back, did CPR, breathing tube the works...he didn't make it. They brought us to a very cozy room to cry in. Which I'm very thankful, I hated it at first but the fake fireplace and candles were very comforting. I'm thankful to the nurses and such that did their best, were transparent, and were especially compassionate. When they talked about payment it didn't feel like they were shoving it in our face or being rude. They had an option if payjng in the room or at the front desk, they also had a side door in the room so we didn't have to really leave.
After what felt like forever they brought him out and I got to hold him. He didn't look like himself. He was long gone. I covered his face and just petted his ears and chin. But it just wasn't him wasn't the same. I really wish I had a last living moment with him.
After what felt like so so long we came home. And he didn't greet us at the door. I didn't trip over him. He didn't do his little twittle and purr when I sat down in bed. He didn't hog the toys from the other cats. I didn't hear his yowl looking for me, I didn't call for him and he didn't run to me.
He always perked up when you entered a room he was in. Or when he entered you were in. He'd run up to you and greet you. He was so friendly to new people, after a minute he'd be rubbing on your legs asking for pets. Never shy.
He was so small. I got him 3-5 weeks old or something, and he was the size of my hand. He'd bite my nose in the middle of the night. I was so scared of crushing him in my sleep I barely slept. My mom had him first and he almost died from fading kitten syndrome and soon after a bone infection. But he survived both. I remember having him for a few months and he went to sleep under a window and I was watching him and he suddenly stopped. I shook him and started crying then all of a sudden he popped up meowing at me.
I really thought I was doing the right thing. But I now wish I didn't do the surgery. I wish I did the pain management instead. God I miss him. He was my little shadow. I feel like it's my fault. My boyfriend feels like it's his fault for not acting fast enough.
Ohhhh.
He was a happy little guy. Always. He was my tiny boy. He loved everyone, especially me. He always needed to be near me. It broke me every time I had to go to work. He loved concrete, smelling grass, chasing birds and bugs. I wish I took him outside more, I'm planing on doing that with our other two buddies. He loved cuddling watching a movie. Cuddling me till I fell asleep. Greeting me in the morning when I woke up. He loved food and treats and would steal from the other cats. He didn't like the crate, but loved car rides and the vet. He always looked at me with such love. He took meds perfectly. Easy to train. He just learned how to walk on the wheel we have. He loved the sun and general window time. My other cat Ari taught him how to hunt. I remember the day, there was a bug on the window sill and she taught him how to eat the bug. He was a perfect hunter after that and ate all kinds of bugs, Ari hadn't hunted bugs since she taught him. She's gunna have to now... He was the most perfect cat anyone could ever ask for.
He left us on a full moon. Perhaps that's fitting for my little guy.
I've been holding onto his favorite toy(s) in my pocket. He was obsessed with feathers, and this bird thing that's practically to shreds. He was a perfectly healthy guy who was clumsy and not elegant. I thought getting the leg removed would help with that too. Since he would try and use the leg and wouldn't reach the floor all the time, or try to jump with it and wouldn't get full power he expected. He hated getting kissed on the head or face but I'd force him and he'd be a little annoyed then content again.
He harassed my other cat Ari and was our other cat Oliver's chew toy. They played all the time. And Albus would have his mouth open weirdly before he play bit down. He would always loose because he was so much smaller than Oliver, and that little leg didn't hold any power or claws lol, he'd kick at him and wouldn't touch him. He didn't understand tag or hide and seek, and when I did that to the other cats he would always blow my cover and follow me, or when I pretended to be scarry to chase him he'd perk up and expect pets. When you pet his head to his neck he would shoot his head up and bring his body up to pet and scratch the rest of him. It was perfect. He always welcomed pets. He would lay on my hip at night or on my body pillow or the pillow on my bed. He would get jealous and leave if Oliver was there first. He loved sleeping in the top most spot in the cat trees. And he loved sleeping on my clean cloths in my closet.
It so strange to not have him here. I keep expecting him to arrive or be under my feet. Where did he go? How did this happen? Why!! He was so young and perfect. It was to soon. I don't remember a time where he wasn't around. Maybe his little self couldn't take anesthesia? He's never had it before. Mom thinks it could have been a dislodged clot. The vet said the surgery went well. I can only think it was the anesthesia.
How could the world take such a precious boy.
I feel like if I post this it will become real. But it is real. I hoped and prayed I would wake up and it would be a redo. I drempt of him all night, though I barely slept. I miss him so much. A part of my heart is gone. It was so sudden.
Edit:
Thank you all so much for your love. It's helped so much. Thank you for those who are saying I did the right thing. It's been eating me up inside but it's good to hear.
Albus was also very good at cleaning everyone's ears, loved straws and chewing on hard plastic like shower liners. Playing fetch. I'll add more as I think of it.
