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Frodo, 1991-2011
Jul. 11th, 2011 01:56 amSome of you have met my cat Frodo, or have heard tell of him the years; he was small and brave and smart, and cute as could be. He lived a ridiculously charmed, and charming, life, and up to the day before he died, vet techs were looking at him and saying "he's how old??" He made it to 20, and never looked it.
But chronic renal failure can't be stopped, in the end, and this weekend was the end.
He was my cat for almost my entire adult life; I got him a few months after I moved into my first solo apartment, and we'd been together ever since. He was the best little guy ever.
( pictures under the cut )
Three days ago, he was crashing around my kitchen trying to catch a mouse that had gotten in. Poorly, mind you, because he was unsteady on his pins because of other illnesses (yeah, on top of the kidney disease; one way or another, this was going to be his last summer), but he was bright and alert and ready for action. I miss him like crazy already, but I can't regret a death that came so fast and fairly peacefully, letting him live his life right up to the end.
♥
But chronic renal failure can't be stopped, in the end, and this weekend was the end.
He was my cat for almost my entire adult life; I got him a few months after I moved into my first solo apartment, and we'd been together ever since. He was the best little guy ever.
( pictures under the cut )
Three days ago, he was crashing around my kitchen trying to catch a mouse that had gotten in. Poorly, mind you, because he was unsteady on his pins because of other illnesses (yeah, on top of the kidney disease; one way or another, this was going to be his last summer), but he was bright and alert and ready for action. I miss him like crazy already, but I can't regret a death that came so fast and fairly peacefully, letting him live his life right up to the end.
♥
