As Marley and I waited and watched Thomas over the last couple days, the path became clear, as it often does. One of the theories for Thomas’s partial facial paralysis was the existence of lesions or a brain tumor. We didn’t test for that since it would stress Thomas unduly, and while it would tell us what was up, the treatment was the same as he was getting. Over the last couple days Thomas went downhill quickly. Walking became more difficult, and he started walking in circles, confused and without direction or purpose. Medicines weren’t helping at all, and we didn’t want to see him suffer any longer. Today we took him in for that last visit to the vet’s office. He is usually very stressed being there, but I’m not sure he noticed much today.
Thomas was only twelve years old, a young senior. Marley and I were remembering him and his two sisters as little babies romping around a room in the house I lived in back then. Our most senior cat, Gabi, who had been an absolute hellion as a young kitten and cat, turned into Mother Superior with the three kittens, caring for them and being mother. It was very sweet.
Thomas has always been a very mellow boy, easy going and gentle. Annie, our little feral, has been his shadow for the last few years, and the next while will probably be very difficult for her.
With so many cats in the house, we have the territory-aware contingent, always working to protect their turf, but Thomas never engaged in turf wars, and was loved by all.
Thomas loved heights. Sleeping on top of the DVR or on top of the cabinets in the bathroom were some of his favorite spots. Maybe he loved looking down on all of us, just out of reach.
He loved sitting next to me in an easy chair while I watched TV as well. That was one of my favorite times with him, one of our special times together most days. He was a purring machine, and sitting with him, petting him, listening to him purr while I watched TV, perhaps with a glass of wine, was one of the more relaxing aspects of many of my days. I will miss that…and him. He was a cuddle bug extraordinaire.
In the last few days, Thomas sought out warm places, though they had to be low to the ground. Getting up on things was very difficult for him. Warm beds were his friends over the weekend, and he slept probably 23 hours a day.
Rest in peace, sweet boy. I hope you find a nice warm radiator to sleep on and jump from on the other side of the rainbow bridge. We will miss you.