I am sorry for my absence the past two days. It has been a difficult start of the week.
Tono, our 14-year 11 month old tabby cat had to be let go last night. He suffered from what we believe was a brain tumor. In the end, our poor kitty lost his vision in his right eye due to an ulcer, lost motor skills on his right side, which resulted in a sort of "lock-jaw" which made him unable to eat. Soon his left eye followed the same fate as the right, and when we took him to the vet for the last time, he was a skinny minny 5 pounds.
We were told by the vet that once his motor skills started to go askew, his behavior would follow. He would get reclusive, and his quailty of life would diminish. If only that were the case. Tono - with all the physical handicaps that he endured - was still lovable and appreciated our company may it be on the couch or in his closet where his bed resided. I hadn't heard him meow in months, but when he was comfortable on our laps, he would purr like always. Even just an hour before the dreaded vet visit, our Tono was lovable as ever. That made it so difficult. We knew his spirit was strong, but he was so physically frail.
I would like to dedicate this post and the rest of the week to our beloved Tono. He had a strong will and an even stronger heart. I am going to miss him so much.