It was best for our boy. Dr. Valeri did everything she could do for him, but she couldn’t solve his problem of not being able to urinate. She called me this morning, I talked it over with Mr. L, and I went out to the clinic to say good-bye. Floyd wasn’t feeling great, but he walked to the front of his cage to see me, and I picked him up, held him, and cuddled him as long as he was willing to be held, purring the whole time. He began to get restless. Dr. Valeri and Mary were ready. We helped our big, brave kitty with a strong heart to the other side. He won’t be in pain any more.
Here are some photos to help remember our sweet boy:
Floyd was always a charmer, even if he didn’t know he was doing it:
Look at that expression. He had the most beautiful, gentle expressive eyes:
Pretty Boy Floyd and his three sisters (Delta, Ruby, and Rossie):
As the youngest male, he was always striving to get respect:
But they would cuddle, too:
Did I mention he was fascinated with musical instruments?
He and Daphne got along well:
Always ready to play:
Thank you for brightening our lives for two short years. We’ll miss you, Floyd.