We got a call from the vets to say he'd gone into arrest and they couldn't bring him back.
He'd gone in for an X ray as he wasn't using a leg. He also had high blood pressure and a heart murmur and kidney problems.
He was 9. I'd had him for 7 years.
He'd had a bad start in life. Abused by a child and he'd rolled in bleach. No fur on his legs. Scared of everything.
Within a month he knew I wasn't going to hurt him and so he ruled the roost. He would greet me at the door with a 'performance' (stretch forwards then backwards then flop onto the back for a belly rub)
He would tell me all about his day, direct me to his foodbowl and then shepherd me to bed.
He brought me various 'dead fings' as I clearly couldn't be left to provide for myself
He saw me through a marriage although wasn't keen on my choice. I should have listened to him
First night he met my DP he was straight on his lap, then delivered a massive dead rat straight to my DP's trainers and then pissed on him through the duvet whilst we were in bed 😂 That signed an unbreakable bond between the two of them.
Gruber was now His.
DP was Premier Slave with the preferred lap. He never brought any 'dead fings' home again.
Clearly finally I had chosen well and Gruber decided DP was capable of providing for me 😜😂 and that he (Gruber) could retire.
He had many twat moments such as sliding off the neighbours plastic conservatory roof in the wet and ending up in a bush! Falling off the fence and total inability to corner at speed on laminate.
We loved him. It's not 'home' without him.
We got to the vets within half an hour of his death and cuddled him and took a lock of his fur. We are getting a paw print done.
I'm posting this to tell my MN friends and people who understand how much a pet can be loved and how much of a hole they leave.
R.I.P. GruberCat Prince of Darkness TM