Our dear Boykitty has died. It's been more than two weeks since he passed. We had brought him to the veterinarian because he was limping and had an infection in his paws. When we did bloodwork, it turned out he was diabetic, was in renal failure, and xrays showed an enlarged heart and possibly lung cancer.
We took him home, giving him subcutaneous fluids (just like Ladykitty), but now also an antibiotic (Augmentin) and 2 units of insulin twice a day. It was too much for him; I think the fluids (which he needed for the renal failure) probably put him in heart failure, and the insulin put his blood sugar too low. After a couple of days keeping him close to us, with all of us camped out in the living room, with some sort of treatment every few hours, we woke up to Boykitty having seizures and unresponsive.
We took Boykitty to the vet, where the slight tremors became really big ones, and they did a STAT blood sugar too low for the meter to read. They gave him some sort of IV glucose solution, but after a few minutes of watching the seizures, we made the decision to let our dear friend and companion die in peace. We held him in the end.
It's been a tough couple of weeks since he left us on October 22nd. We decided to have him cremated, which took a week, and now he is back with us again. They placed his ashes in a brown paper bag, which was then placed in a brown plastic box, which is presently sitting on a shelf in our living room. At some point, we'll put him in something nicer, possibly a wood-carved box, or a marble urn.
At times, we find ourselves holding the box in our arms. I've taken the bag out and held him in my hands. I marvel at how light Boykitty's ashes are, considering what a big cat he was in life. Sixteen pounds of loving kitty concentrated down to about 3/4 of a cup of light ash, probably 1/3 of a pound in weight. We talk about how much love Boykitty always had to offer. How he'd sleep curled up on our chests as we watched TV -- and how much we miss his heaviness and warmth. He was an endless source of love and companionship -- oceanic and bottomless. The Pompitous of Love, as the Steve Miller song goes.
We will miss you, Boykitty.