Here is what happpened - Basically I have been sleeping down with him the last few nights. Yesterday afternoon mum came in to feed him as Damien and I were both working. She said he was fine and ran over to his food bowl etc. I got in at 5.30 and went to him and he was asleep behind the sofa. He purred to me and gave one of his loving looks and seemed comfortable. I made tea, fed rabbits, washed up etc and at 7.30 went to get him out to feed him and give him some Frusimide which I had picked up from the vets. He did a strange meow to me and when I looked, his eyes were just flicking side to side, constantly and rapidly. He couldn't stand up and I had to get him out. He was very distressed and Damien and I both panicked. I rang vet and Damien rang my mum.
The vet said to give another dose of Frusimide as this may make a difference over the course of the night. I stayed up all night with him, asleep next to me. He couldn't stand or focus. But he lay and slpet somewhat. He wanted to get up a few times in the night. The first time, I held him and took him to his litter tray. He sort of slipped forward, even though I was holding him and I didn't realise. I was trying to move him and didn't realise he was weeing and he wee'd all over my trousers. Bless him, he still wanted to use his tray despite being so ill.
We got up a few times in the night for that and this morning he had his brekkie, al be it only a little bit. I spoke to my vet this morning and he was under no illusion that a decision needed to be made. They sent a vet to me a few hours later and Mr Darcy welcomed them and purred and was a pure gentleman til the very end.
This afternoon I laid with him for about 4 hours. He just looked like he had gone to sleep.
Tonight we have buried him with a letter from me, and his faveourite toys and blabnket. I feel like my best friend has gone. My baby and my soul mate. ~There is so much I want to tell you about him but I just can't at the moment. All I can say is that he has left a terrible hole in my life that will never be filled. 9 years of constant love and support. I ache for my boy.