Since summertime, our youngest cat Kato struggled with Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease. This weekend we lost him to the disease. After numerous treatments and two surgeries, prescription food, painkillers, anti-spasmodics, antibiotics, and even a few promising homeopathic remedies; we had to face the sad fact that he could not be cured. When he began having trouble walking we knew we had to say goodbye.
Everyone who has shared their life with a beloved pet and lost them knows the devastation I am feeling now. I try to dwell on how good a life he had while he was with us. He had plenty of cushy blankets and a welcoming lap to cuddle upon, an abundance of food and water, a screened in porch to lounge about in, toys to play with, another cat for company, but the disease became stronger than the treatments could cure. His endearing personality endured though, during his last moments with me, as I stroked his sweet head, he purred.
Kato was my bandaid during a bad period in my life. Now the wound is reopened and fresh, but God is good, and I will dwell even more closely in the shelter of his wing, and always be grateful that I had such a sweet cat to love.
“O Lord my God, I take refuge in you…” Psalm 7:1
I also must say that the doctors and staff at Banfield Animal Hospital in Turnersville, NJ treated our sweet cat with loving care. They will forever have our appreciation and thanks for their understanding and compassion toward us during this difficult time.