And the vet confirmed it wasn't good. Sometimes, male cats find they can't pee for particular reasons, which I'm choosing not to go into here. Its fatal when you can't pee. There were options for "fixing" the situation, but it was going to cost more than we were prepared to pay. And it wouldn't have really fixed anything.
So, we made the hard choice. Hank went to sleep about 5:00 pm. We brought him home, dug a hole, and buried him in the back yard. We both, Hubby and I, cried quite a bit. Peanut was mostly oblivious, but when I had put Hank in the hole, Peanut pointed and squealed as he usually does when he sees the kitty.
|Now, where is that Peanut?|
|On top of the TV cabinet, under the turkey bacon box (his very own hiding place)|
Hank, we aren't sure what the fate of kitties is, but we know you are much more comfortable now. And we are glad about that. We love you, Hank and will miss you.
|Peanut loved chasing the kitty.|