Originally Posted by quiltmouse

I'm losing him, slowly. Found a tumor nearly 4 wks ago. Painfully thin, hurts my heart to pet him, he's all bone. Stopped eating a few days ago. Asked for food yesterday, gave him 1 1/2 T, but he only at 1/3 of it.

Every morning he would get on me for brief cuddles, then "feed me!". First time in several days, ? couple a weeks?, he jumped on the bed this morning for cuddles. I was wanting up, but tis sat, so I petted him until he left my chest. It was a good long while, 10-12 min. Chirping & purring. sweetie. Used to be every day.

DD has said goodbye, she always called him "bubba". I guess cuz we had him at a week old. Fed him before work, took him to work with me in a 18gal rubbermaid bin, fed him at 10, noon, took him home & fed him, left him, dd fed him at 3:30 when she got home, then 2-3 more times of an evening thru 12-1:00. When he was two weeks old, i got a new job, in a accounting firm, no way I could take him to work. (know now, it probably would have been all right, but you know, new person) so, every day, I rushed home at lunch to feed my kitten. That develops a more intense relationship than you have with other kittens you get at 6 wks.

*Remembering bits & pieces of his youth*. What joy they bring us.

:cry: