i slept right thru last night...a full 8 hours...10pm til 6:15am...i did not wake up even once during the night. and when my alarm hadn't woken me this morning....mystic decided i needed help waking up. so i am having my soft puppy schmooze and cheerfully contemplating not only my great sleep, but also that wonderful, grass growing rain that spattered my windows...when suddenly the oh shit arrived!
james bond should have been checked at least a couple of times during the night!!
hopefully he had stayed put...he had a big feeding, his drinks, he had a long pee in the litter box and fresh bedding before i went deeply to sleep.
ah shit no...he was not in his bed or even in the kitchen any more. i am not sure how he made it off the counter and over the back cat area gate..and it couldn't have been pretty or easy but that bloody stubborn james bond did. i found him in the hidey hole next to the furnace...he was looking at me accusingly like..."you stupid, lazy human..i had to take care of myself while you slept!"
i told him i was so sorry, gave him some more warm, soupy food which he drank and set him up with a fresh litter box, just a step or two away from his head.
but despite his herculen efforts last night to find a better and safer ground level bed...bond is no better..his back end is still totally wobbly and wrecked. i will be calling the vets today and setting up a probable euthanization appointment. after 20 years of being one of the strongest cats in the world, i think the time has come for bond to let go.
i should not have slept thru his probable last night and left him alone.
i say probable because hope floats til it sinks..and maybe when the vets see him today, they will find something easy to fix (?like maybe an infection?) and can suggest something to help him feel better....yeah, i know it is a long shot but that is the beauty of hope.
i love you bond, and i am sorry i suck.