We dont know why or how. My husband, Chris, called me on my way home from work. He was crying and hardly able to talk. I knew something was terribly wrong and I knew it was Tibbs. He was able to say ...tibbs is dead please get home now, but I was in complete denial even until i got there and saw him. They had woken up, Tibbs wanted to play fetch and they just did their normal thing. Tibbs got down from his cat tree to sit by Chris while he cooked himself dinner and out of no where he made a strange sound and died. Chris said after he heard the sounds it took about 10 seconds. It wasnt until I saw he had pee'ed himself that I gave up. I called our breeder immediately, she wanted to have a necropsy (cat autopsy) done because she needed to make sure it wasnt something in her lines. She told us we had to put him in the freezer to preserve his body. I couldnt do that! I was still saying...but what if hes going to come back, what if hes not all the way gone! And anyways, how can i possibly put my baby in the freezer...and hes about the size of the freezer! We took him to the emergency clinic, the receptionist wasnt sure if the doctor would do a necropsy but she said even if he wouldnt we could have him held there until we could get to our vet. The doctor did end up doing it. They couldnt find anything. All the signs point to his heart. He went very quickly, if he felt any pain it was for a few seconds at the most. We left his body with them, it had been cut on. It was hard enough to see him without life but i couldnt bear to see him after the necropsy. We took a lock of his hair and they will cremate him. Martini is very upset. She knows and when we got back without him she looked for him and cried a lot. As have we. Im not going to be the same for a while, if ever, but I am grateful that he didnt suffer. Up until the moment he left us he was so happy and so loved. He had woken up with Chris and got to spend his last moments with his favorite person in the world. He didnt have any symptoms of anything, he has been perfectly fine, playful, healthy and happy up until the last 10 seconds. Part of my wishes I wouldve gotten off work earlier so I could have played with him once more, but i could not have watched him go. I would not have survived that.
Tibby was the happiest soul I have ever known. There was not a mad, angry, bad, evil bone in his body. He was our friend. He was our family.

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