We put Louie to sleep today and we’re heartbroken about it. Since he was attacked a couple of months ago he just hasn’t been the same cat. He stopped eating, would disappear for days at a time, and lost weight at an alarming rate. Yesterday I took him to the vet and found out he’d lost six pounds. The vet immediately ordered a blood test, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than a high white blood cell count. Rather than throw test after test at an 11 year old cat, Mike and I decided to let him go. Mike told me he didn’t feel any pain, and he buried him in his parents’ yard next to our other cat Binx.
We got Louie very soon after we were married, when he was a kitten. Louie has lived on two different continents and half a dozen houses with us. He was such a loving cat, always ready to jump up and purr away on our lap. I’m so sad to be without our boy, but glad that we got 11 amazing years with him.
April 15, 2004- May 13, 2015