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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Another One Gone

The trouble with having animals that are close in age is that you sometimes end up with a summer like this one. Tuesday I had to have Tenzing put to sleep. It wasn't unexpected — he's the cat I'd been expecting to lose; he'd been diagnosed with megacolon some time ago, and more recently with a probable bladder tumor — but it's never easy.

We got him from our kennel lady almost 15 years ago. She had a litter of kittens from a rescue cat, and swore to us that they all had homes. So when we dropped off our cats to be boarded, we felt safe admiring the babies. They were adorable: all black, all of them, and active and cheerful. Tenzing came to the front of the enclosure and climbed up the mesh to about chest height, mewing at Lisa. We agreed that we were very glad he was spoken for.

Of course, when we returned from vacation and picked up our cats, we discovered that Tenzing's home had fallen through, and he was all alone in the big enclosure. Once again, he climbed up the mesh door and called to us — and, of course, he came home with us the next day.

We named him Tenzing for obvious reasons: he climbed everything. "Everything" included any human being who stood still long enough, and at that point in his life, he was small and light, light enough that he could get most of the way up a loose pair of (occupied) blue jeans before his claws hit your thigh. Of course, this usually resulted in a shriek and an inadvertent swat, but Tenzing never seemed bothered by being knocked down. It certainly never discouraged him from trying again. At this point in his life, he got the nickname "Bug" — he looked like a little black bug as he scuttled around chasing the bigger cats. Or his tail. Or nothing at all.

As he got older, he became a larger cat, a cat of considerable size and solidity, and he climbed less. (For which we were profoundly grateful.) He did discover that if he jumped into a wheeled office chair, it would go skidding across the floor, and he seemed to enjoy this new trick, but that was about the extent of it. At his largest, he weighed 22 pounds, which was quite a lot when he walked on you in the middle of the night. We got him down to 19 pounds with some effort, but he remained a cat of substance. We called him Tenzing Norgay Bug-sama: he needed a name to match his presence.

Over the last few years, he's been losing weight, slowly at first, and then more quickly. He was diagnosed with megacolon, and had to go on a special food. As he lost still more weight, he rediscovered climbing, and I once again found him in the kitchen sink, on the table, on top of the icebox, once in a bookshelf, where he had pushed the books back to make a nice niche for himself. He spent a lot of time snuggled up next to me, and I tried not to notice how bony he was getting. The megacolon was treatable, and we carried on.

And then he developed what seemed to be a bladder infection, which quickly became something more. He was having more trouble passing feces. And finally he stopped eating, and it was obviously time.

The funny thing is that the surviving cat, Pretty Boy Floyd, has slowly started taking over all Tenzing's favorite spots, and even a few of his habits. This morning, I was making grits with cheese, and Vixen came trotting in to the kitchen to get her taste of the shredded cheese. Normally, Tenzing would have been right there with her, but to my surprise, Floyd took his place. In the past, Floyd has never been much interested in people food. So I gave Vixen her cheese, and put a little down for Floyd, who snatched it — and then did a double-take, as if to say, this is what the fuss was all about??? He eventually condescended to eat it, but I think it was only to keep the dog from getting it.

7 Comments:

At 10:14 AM, Blogger Mel said...

You've had about as bad a year for pets as we have. If/when you decide it's time for some new blood, though, let me know and I'm bound to know of some beastie in need of a home.

When are we going to see you? It's been quite a while.

 
At 10:57 AM, Blogger Brooklynne Michelle said...

you have had a rough summer with your pets, Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful story about Tenzing. Remember your friends are here if you need them, *HUGS* take care!

 
At 6:45 PM, Blogger Kim said...

Sorry for your loss. (Also sorry (though less so) that there's no not-grotesquely-awkward way to offer sympathy.)

 
At 7:43 AM, Blogger Jude said...

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about Tenzing.

I don't know what's up with 2008 -- it's been hell on the animals of several people we know.

 
At 4:54 PM, Blogger edired said...

Life has been subtracting from you for to long . It's time to do a little addition- don't you think ?

 
At 3:09 AM, Blogger Brooklynne Michelle said...

Hey, I have tagged you on my blog to write 6 random things about yourself. Hope you don’t mind.

 
At 12:07 AM, Blogger Humble One said...

So sorry for your loss! I just lost my beloved dog Sheba two weeks ago..she had bladder cancer..I had her in my life for almost 10 yrs..I struggled for a few weeks after finding out with what to do..I was told that "You will know when" and yes it became apparent and I prayed for nature to take her but that didn't happen..I stayed with her thru the whole process which I didn't think I could do..I am grateful for the experience now although it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I know that she is free and she is with my mom and I can talk to both of them whenever I want.. Thanks for listening and letting me share..God Bless

 

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