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His name was Django, but I affectionately called him Bubba. He was the greatest cat in the world.
Woke up this morning to him making wheezing sounds and got out of bed just in time to see him scoot under the bed dragging his back legs behind him. Took him to the after hours vet and, after a bunch of tests, they said its congestive heart failure. We had no choice but to put him down.
I never thought I was really a cat person until my wife and I got him 3 1/2 years ago. When my dad died a couple months after we got him, it felt like some of his spirit went into Django. If my wife and I were in the house, Bubba wasn't far away. And if we were in the bed, he made sure to make a spot where he could touch us both. He waited inside the door just like a dog when he heard the garage door open, and never failed to greet us. I have cried like a little girl several times today, and feel no shame in that. I'm sure going to miss that cat.
Woke up this morning to him making wheezing sounds and got out of bed just in time to see him scoot under the bed dragging his back legs behind him. Took him to the after hours vet and, after a bunch of tests, they said its congestive heart failure. We had no choice but to put him down.
I never thought I was really a cat person until my wife and I got him 3 1/2 years ago. When my dad died a couple months after we got him, it felt like some of his spirit went into Django. If my wife and I were in the house, Bubba wasn't far away. And if we were in the bed, he made sure to make a spot where he could touch us both. He waited inside the door just like a dog when he heard the garage door open, and never failed to greet us. I have cried like a little girl several times today, and feel no shame in that. I'm sure going to miss that cat.