Sad day today. This morning, I had Ginger quietly p-t-s at the vets.
He was an outdoor, neutered boy cat who we knew for the past 4 years. No-one appeared to own him so we continued to feed him and had him microchipped to us in case something happened to him elsewhere.
On Saturday lunchtime, he came in limping so I gave him some painkillers and let him head out again.
On his night time feed, he was much better.
Come Sunday, he wasn't better so repeated the painkiller but there was no improvement sunday evening so I gave him extra chicken and shut the back door. He wasnt bothered. He was kept in from sunday night and not let out back out again.
A trip to the vets on monday (yesterday) and he was given antibiotics and told to continue with the painkillers.
Unfortunately overnight, it was clear he wouldnt make it. He started with the shakes and could barely stagger off his litter tray. We had plenty of cuddles, belly rubs, hugs and kisses and he was taken to the vets this morning.
He was an old man and his body was too old and frail for this world.