A tigercat's occasional waking moments

Gone to kitty heaven.

This is Max's human mom, because I don't have the heart to write in his voice about this.

Our sweet Bubby-katzen started acting lethargic and rapidly lost weight the second week of September. When he stopped eating his favorite food, we took him to the vet. He turned out to be in diabetic ketoacidosis and had a blood glucose level of 580. If he survived the night with intensive treatment, he would only have a few more months to live with a greatly reduced quality of life, so we made the hard decision to put him to sleep.

We all said our goodbyes and kissed and scritched little brother, then Dad and Laurel went out to the waiting room while I stayed with him for the procedure. It was quick and quiet; one of the technicians scritched the back of his neck while I petted his big teddy-bear paws.

Maxwell of Fender passed away just before 5 PM on September 12, hours before Hurricane Ike came ashore several hundred miles to our south. It was fitting since he came to us in an ice storm that shut down Dallas for a day.

We are grateful that we were able to give him an extra two years of live, safely indoors and loved beyond measure. The house is very quiet without him.