Four years and two weeks ago we brought home a tiny fuzzy kitty. He had a loud meow, an insatiable appetite to play and was always exploring. We named him Pounce de Leon – called him Pounce or Pouncer for short. Since that day he has brought us such joy and laughter.
But today has been filled with tears, sorrow and emptiness.
A few days ago he was having difficulty breathing and his color wasn’t good so we took him to the emergency clinic. We were sent home to wait while Pounce as put in an oxygen room. He made it through the night and the tests began. By 8pm July 3 we knew what was going on…he has cardiomyopathy. His little heart is too big and the muscle walls are too thick. They gave us medicine and said we could take him home. We thought…things would slowly improve.
Yesterday we realized we were losing Pounce. His breathing was labored his activity level is non-existent. We took turns sitting next to him, petting him, talking to him. We both told him that when he’s too tired it’s okay to go.
This morning, we called the vet to determine if our fear was correct, there was nothing more we could do…we drove to the clinic. We were there for his last breath.
I miss him so already.