What a joy he was to have around :) The kids just adored him...especially Genin.
When we first brought him home, we wondered if he may have had some mental troubles because he didn't really do anyone except just sit there. We started out having to feed him through a syringe since he wouldn't eat at all. As the weeks went by, he started coming around more, but still seem to not have the mentality that his sister did, he didn't even meow! Once, one of the kids closed him into a kitchen cabinet...had I not been looking for him that night, I would have never found him because he doesn't make noise at all!
At his first vet appointment, the doctor informed us that he had a very bad heart murmur and this probably caused his size and may have caused issues with his mentality though he was still getting better as time went by. When we checked into getting him neutered, the doctor did worry that he wouldn't make it through the anesthesia. We had a choice to make on whether to not neuter him and have him spray all over the house or just let him know how much we loved him and get it done. We decided to get the neutering done and were thrilled when he woke up. Once out of his cage at home, he was breathing rather heavily...but soon calmed down and was back to normal..actually better than normal! He was jumping around and meowing! He would run to his dish for food, snuggle up on my lap every chance he got, stare out the window at the spring daffodils...sweet little Mickey bug! He even started to grow more during that time period! In the beginning there was such a difference in the siblings sizes
On Saturday night, he was laying on his favorite kitchen chair sleeping when we picked him up and closed him into the basement like we do every night before bed. The next morning, Genin came upstairs and told us that Mickey was acting strange...meowing like she was in pain and drooling. I told him to get him some water and take him to his bowl. He said that Mickey scratched him when he tried to pick him up (not like Mickey at all) When I went down, I noticed the slobber, very heavy breathing, and a wet tail end. I was so scared and immediately burst into tears. I left the room and my husband told me that Mickey went into the litter box and collapsed. He was still alive and breathing heavy. I didn't know what to do! The closest ER Vet was in Monroeville and I was worried we would never make it in time. At this point, all we could do was make him comfortable...I had Greg get him out of the litterbox and put him onto a soft blanket while I pet him and told him how much we loved him and wanted him to get better. I decided that my best bet was to give him some privacy and hope for the best. I prayed that if it was his time, that God would not let him suffer anymore....he took his place back in the corner of his litterbox and was gone within minutes. I kept trying to figure out what we could have done differently for him...he was only 7 months old. Unlike our other pets, Mickey had to be treated quite differently..almost taking on the care a baby does...so this was quite hard to deal with.
My husband assured me that Mickey had a wonderful life in the time he was with us...he was played with and loved by his birth sister Maddie and loved so much by his adopted family. Greg and Cameron buried him out by our daffodil patch..
Now whenever spring comes around and the flowers sprout...we will always remember the day that Mickey made his fresh start in heaven...maybe even happily pouncing among the daffodils....
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