Our beautiful boy, Woody, died on Friday night and I’m really struggling to come to terms with it. He was only 18 months old and his death was very sudden and yet to be fully explained.
He came home on Thursday night and was having difficulty breathing so we took him straight to the emergency vet. They found fluid on his lungs but couldn’t find a reason for it - no heart problems, no sign of trauma, bloods ok. He was in an oxygen cage for 24 hours but whenever he was taken out, or when he was moved he would start struggling to breathe again. We had a call from the vet on Friday night to say he had gone down hill and they recommended we let him go as they felt he was suffering.
He had been his usual, happy, energetic self all day on Thursday. Ate his dinner as usual, played in the garden with da bird just a couple of hours before this happened. He was jumping round, perfectly healthy with no difficulty breathing at all. It’s so hard knowing something must have happened when he was out later on, but not knowing what it was.
Losing him would be hard enough, but we also own his brother, Buzz so we’re trying to deal with his grief too. They were so close, we always said our worst nightmare was something happening to one of them and leaving the other behind. We knew it would happen at some point, but not so soon. Seeing Buzz on his own is a constant reminder that Woody is no longer here. We do have another older cat called Molly but they don’t have a particularly close relationship. Buzz has been following her around a lot these last few days though.
I just wanted to write this to get it off my chest and also wondered if anyone has had a similar experience. Woody was such an amazing cat, such a character. He was really chatty, whenever you spoke to him he would turn his head on the side (like a dog!) and meow back at you. He never really matured from a kitten, everything was a game. He loved his tummy tickled and would roll over whenever you walked past. He loved running round with his brother and they often slept cuddled up together. They groomed each other after every meal. Losing their relationship feels like a double whammy. I’m so sad for Buzz.
We’re expecting a call from the vet next week to give us a chance to ask questions but they were just as stumped as us really, they didn’t know what had happened.
Hoping that everyone here understands this pain - I feel like many people in the real world don’t, because he was ‘just’ a cat. Someone even said ‘you had three’ as though that makes it easier! I have posted some pics of Woody, he was the cutest cat ever.