It’s always a sad day for the family when a pet must be euthanized. Splinter suffered a stroke more than a year ago. He emerged from it blind, and a bit impaired. He adjusted to our new home pretty well, and would take the hallways and open rooms at a good pace. But in recent weeks he had lost weight, stopped grooming himself (and he used to be an extremely fastidious animal), been very undiscriminating in eliminating, and even his brother Count had stopped chumming with him. One of his favorite perches had been on the fish tank. But my wife mentioned he fell off the tank three times on Tuesday. He never did that.
My wife said the vet was very understanding and helpful. She reminded Splinter he could be off to play with his brother King now. I suppose he can look up Kermit, too.
The young miss seemed to take it pretty well. She insisted on accompanying my wife to the vet yesterday. The remaining two cats cuddled in the kitchen window all evening yesterday. Maybe its mourning. Maybe they overheard that they each have a check-up appointment on Friday.
Photo above of the little prince in his favorite position.