Sometime last night my dear, sweet kitty, Boot, made the journey across the Rainbow Bridge. He was just over 2 years old. I am utterly crushed this morning. His death came extremely suddenly. On Tuesday he came inside in the evening just like every other evening. The only thing that was odd was that he went under the bed. He usually pounces one of his siblings during the evening. Yesterday morning he was still under the bed. Something was up. Kitty managed to grab him and pull him out. His entire face was swollen. I made a vet appointment and took him in. He had obviously tangled with some poisonous critter. Scorpion? Black Widow? Centipede? The vet gave him a heavy dose of steroids to get the swelling down. I brought him home and made him comfortable on the bed. He was extremely lethargic. When I went to check on him this morning, he was cold and stiff. I'll have to see what a toxicology screen would cost. I would really like to know what did him in.
Boot was my little guy. Yoink was Kitty's kitty and Fling was Mesa's kitty (long story). Every morning he would sit with me in the bathroom while I did my ritual. He loved "cat spank" where I would slap the heck out of his rear end. That always got him "bubbling" which was a purr/meow combination. I really missed him this morning and my daily routine will now be a lot less fun.
It's hard to believe that it has been less than 2 years since we brought all 3 home from the pound. They all have become such a part of our lives. Boot had a hard start in life and now he is at peace.