Photo Comments Sex: Male
Leave a treat for Squeakers *8/1994 - 7/5/2011*
Catster stats for Squeakers *8/1994 - 7/5/2011*
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Squeaky, Squiggles, Mr. Giggles, Mr. Googins
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Black and White
Playing in boxes, Warming his paws under the radiator, being carried around in boxes, having makeup brushes swiped on his face, eating grass, lying in the sun
Bananas, People sneezing, too much attention, another cat being too close to him for an extended period of time
Catnip Pillows, qtips
Favorite Nap Spot:
On a box, in front of a radiator, in front of the refrigerator, anywhere that another cat is napping (once he harasses them and makes them move of course)
Fancy Feast, tuna, turkey, Whisker Lickin's Treats, Whatever you're eating (he likes to sit on the table next to your plate and will try to snatch food right from your hands or fork/spoon)
He knows how to open the door to the cat food cabinet (and will then slink inside and wait patiently until someone notices and feeds him)
In October of 1994, one of my cats passed away. Friends of the family knew how upset I was, so when a stray cat had kittens at our family friends job, he took the initiative to bring Squeakers home for me. He surprised my mom and I with the kitten during one of our regular weekend visits. My mom wasnt happy about it and was ready to drive home, but I promised her I wouldnt ask to keep him. Of course by the end of the weekend, we brought him home (I didnt have to ask once) On the way home, he was nervous and cried and meowed the whole time. Because of that, we named him Squeakers (his name was almost Batley because of his huge pointy ears). Ironically, now he is the least vocal of all of our cats.
On July 5th 2011, I helped my boy Squeakers cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Over the years Squeakers had become very thin and arthritic and was starting to show signs of his age. He was still relatively active and in the words of my vet, spry for a cat his age. A little less than 10 years ago Squeakers had an issue with the dreaded crystals in the urethra and needed emergency surgery to unblock him. He was in so much pain and came close to losing him, but he did very well with the surgery and sprang right back. Other than a few repeated upper respiratory infections over the years, his time here was happy and not complicated with long drawn out diseases or illnesses. Sometimes he'd go through periods of hiding in closets and refusing to eat but would perk back up a couple of days later and resume his normal "activities".
June 4th 2011 I had to bring Squeakers to the vet for an emergency appointment because it seemed to me he was having a relapse with the crystals or some other type of urinary tract infection. He hid in my closet and was having trouble sitting or lying down in a comfortable position. He kept licking at his bottom and seemed to be in pain. I was devastated because I knew if he needed another surgery I wouldnt be able to afford it, nor would I want to put him through any types of extensive medical procedures at his age and in his condition. After bloodwork and xrays the vet informed me that he seemed to be in very good shape for a cat his age. He was only 7.5 lbs, had a slight heart murmur and arthritis in his lower spine but other than that his bloodwork came back fine and his organs appeared to be in perfect functioning condition. I went from believing for months that Squeakers probably wouldnt have much time left, to feeling relieved (and being lured into a false sense of security) that he was healthy (albeit senile and a little crazy). I truly believed I'd have another few good years with him.
Flash forward a month, the day I returned home from vacation my mother told me Squeakers wasn't looking great the last 2 days. She told me he was hiding and would only come down to get something to drink but refused to eat. I had no idea where I'd find him or what floor of the house he'd be hiding, but it was almost as if I was led directly to him. He rarely goes down in the basement, and never goes into the closet I found him in, but it was the first place I looked for him. And sure enough there he was. When he heard me he turned to look at me and squeaked/meowed in such a pitiful way. My heart crumbled. He was the thinnest I'd ever seen him (he was 5 lbs at the emergency vet He lost 2.5 lbs in a month) and was too weak to stand. I'll just leave it as it was the worst I'd ever seen him. I wrapped him in a blanket and held him on my lap as my friend drove me to the emergency vet. I felt in my heart this was going to be the day I had to say goodbye to my boy. After a brief examination and listening to the test thats were going to have to be run to find out if anything could even be done for him, I made the decision to no longer prolong his suffering. I knealt down on the floor so I was eye level with him and had my arms around him. After looking into his eyes for a while I knew it was time. I stayed with him and held him up until the end. I told him it was okay to go and told him how much I loved him and reminded him to come back to visit me whenever he could. He went quickly and peacefully and I was with him as he left this life for a better one.
My heart aches and it feels so strange and empty without Squeakers being home. I miss him horribly and having him put to sleep was the hardest decision I ever had to make, but I felt it was what had to be done for him at that point. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge just one month shy of what would have been his 17th birthday. I don't feel that was enough time, but I suppose it never would have been. I know in my heart he had a full and happy life and was given all of the love in the world a cat could ever hope for. As difficult and painful as it was to watch him go, I'm grateful that I was able to be there with him and to know he didn't have to cross that bridge alone.
Goodnight Mr.Googins. I luv ya!
*Forever Loved and Sorely Missed*
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