So the visit to the vet didn't turn out so great. We ended up having to put Pubi down... It was pretty hard, holding him and watch him slip into a deep sleep. He was a great friend, and I had him since I was 8. 15 years of fun actually. He wasn't your typical cat either. He had a unique way of communicating with you, asking for something, or just telling you he was nearby. I use to say, "Pooh-Bear, get in the bed!" and he'd go running into my bedroom hop on the bed and lay down. I'd grab midnight snacks and share it with him.
When we first got Pooh-Bear he was a scary cat and didn't like to be touched without seeing you eye-to-eye. That stayed but he grew confortable around the house and enjoyed hanging out in the most random places. He liked Kraft Slices of American cheese, and as soon as you opened the slice up, he'd be right next to you begging for one... He was quite the bad kitty at first, so cheese was a pacifier at the time.
I spent a lot of my time when I was home, playing with him, especially when I was younger, and as I grew older, it became more casual, especially when I went to college. I remember mom telling me when he got sick and would have to go to the Vet... I wouldn't worry though cause he was a strong one.
As he got older, he stayed the same, so of course when the slightest thing began to go wrong... we knew Pooh-Bear needed extra attention. Mom fed him until his last day, during which he lost weight and his appetite because he developed an absess in his stomach. Pubi tried remain himself, but just wanted to hang out in the corner, and relax.
Last night I took a nap with him like I always used to do...
Everyone gets close to their pets, especially since the stay with you for so long. It was especially hard for me, because even though my mom had pets before, Pubi was like there through 80% of my life.
---note the next part is kind of sensitive---
I'm not sure why I want to write about this...given that this isn't really on-topic... and really sensitive....but its something really important to me. I decided to stay with Pooh-Bear to his last breathe. Diana had brought my Mom out to a animal hospital near where I worked. We got placed in a Comfort Room until it was "time". The doctor came him and explained that it would be sleeping dose of medicine. I held Pubi, gave him one last head-butt (his way of showing affection) and felt his head get heavy as he went to sleep... he stopped breathing and the doctor checked his heart until it stopped. It was hard but I was strong... I loved my little black panther, and had some great times; he will be missed.
