Yesterday morning, at 5am, he threw another seizure. We managed to stop the seizure using the icepack and diazepam. I fed him a good breakfast after that and he was still able to walk around, though a little disorientated. All afternoon, he slept. By evening, I tried to feed him dinner, but he did not want to eat anymore. He vomited a little bit of digested food after that and slept on.
I checked on him many times throughout the day. Towards evening, his body seemed a little stiff at times. I already knew his end was near.
Late in the evening, as Bobby lay sleeping, I told him I'd give him a trim and make him look real nice. I managed to trim off the stained brown fur around his snout due to his eye discharge. Normally, it is very difficult to trim the fur in this area, but he let me do it. I managed to trim away all the stained fur on his paws as well. I told him he looked really nice and neat.
At bedtime, we took him upstairs as usual. Bobby had always slept with us, every single day, for the past 16 years. I stayed with him and thanked him for having looked after all of us all these years. Deep down, I did not want him to suffer. If it's time to go, I would prefer that he goes peacefully. Bobby had survived two other seizures before this. He bounced back and was alright. Yesterday's was his third seizure. When I tried to feed him dinner yesterday evening, his mouth was already stiff and he could no longer close his mouth. I didn't want him to deteriorate slowly and not be able to eat anymore.
As I sat beside him, stroking his fur, I told him it's alright to go. He had already fulfilled his duty of looking after us so well, and looking after every single kitten that we have fostered and adopted.
Late into the night, I kept checking on him every few minutes. His breathing was just a little heavy but he was completely at peace. As the night wore on, I dozed off for short moments, waking up to check on Bobby. At 3.30am, I checked and Bobby was gone. It must have just happened as his body was still warm.
Thank you for all you've done for us, Bobby.
I console myself that rebirth is immediate and Bobby is already in a better place.
Life never dies; this life expires because the body can no longer sustain it, but life continues on in a higher form. Higher, because of all the good one has done and Bobby has certainly done so, so much good in this life.
We brought Bobby downstairs so that the cats could say goodbye to their dearest friend, nanny and protector.
As the cats came one by one, Bobby eyes somehow opened.
Indy, Bunny and Cleo kept Bobby company.
Later, as the rest of them had breakfast, Indy stayed by Bobby's side.
We will be arranging for Bobby's cremation today.
Thank you, everyone, for all your kind wishes for Bobby through the years, especially after he became blind and deaf.
No words can sufficiently describe how loyal and magnanimous Bobby had been all these years. There is just so much to say about all that he had done so selflessly and compassionately. Bobby never demanded anything from us; he just wanted to care for everyone.
Bobby's life is to be celebrated because of all the joy and happiness he had brought us and the lessons he had taught us about unconditional love.
May you be well and happy in a wonderful place now, Bobby.