Email from Rick and Angie
Hi Angie.
My wife phoned me this afternoon to tell me the dreadful news, she was inconsolable with his loss. Giving him big cuddles before I took him to the vet. I wish I'd left him at home, to go his way with his family. But then if he'd have died at home, the guilt of not taking him to the vet would have weighed heavily. You can't do right for wrong it seems in these situations.
Still. This is a message I've dreading having to write, but it's been more and more ominous in it's coming over the past few fraught days.
'Little Un' Squirt is no longer part of our daily life family routine and we miss him massively. He was a little cat which huge heart and the fight regime of a boxer, but his dwindling reserves finally ran empty, no matter how much love and empathy we gave.
We feel so bad that he gone. Guilt is racking us which is silly, we know, because we did everything we could have medically, lovingly and supportingly to bring him back after that infection wreaked havoc with his system. Round the clock care and feeding, plus intensive affection and cuddles didn't have any effect. The little guy just didn't have anything left in him.
It was Footsie all over again, with dwindling appetite and a desire to have nothing to do with food, totally shunning it. Feeding with the syringe upset and stressed him but it was for the best reason.
I took a picture of him last night before we took him to bed. He's wrapped up in his own little bed set up on the rug. Lost amongst the comfort. I'll forward it on to you at an easier time. I've just looked through the whole catalogue we've taken and I wish I hadn't now.
I'll leave it there for now.
I'm going to the vets tomorrow to pick up the carrier and his blankets and hopefully talk to Ross. I'm dreading picking up the stuff. Ross has said he's talk to you about Squirt if you want.
Midnight has to be mentioned too. He's totally without effect by the operation. Both Midnight and Romeo are at my shoulder as I write. Romeo doing the clean up of Midnights head and face.
In some way they are a magic comforter for us all. When I cuddled Midnight tonight he smelt of perfume. Angie had been cuddling him to console herself, she loves them all like all of us but had a very big part of her motherly instincts set aside solely for him.
So, so sorry.
Rick and Angie.
