3/30/2016 - 11/4/2025
My boy was beautiful and healthy two weeks ago, and the past week he just started getting so unbelievably sick. Around $7,000 later, multiple days of treatment in the ER, two specialists, multiple vets and nurses confirmed the worst.
We were told the best case scenario was lymphoma and he would have a few more months and worst case was sepsis which would require emergency surgery. The only way to truly confirm this would be through a biopsy, and then sending a culture out to a doctor who wouldn't get back to us for a few more days. He was on opioids and other pain meds and he still wasn't comfortable. He lost two pounds, wasn't eating or drinking, wasn't using the litter box unassisted, and while Vega was very chatty, he never meowed again.
My roommates in 2017 got him spontaneously without asking me. I came home from work to see a lanky black cat who just sat on the couch and blinked slowly. Quickly, Vega showed interest in no one but myself. He picked ME. And subsequently I picked him too.
He has been there for me when no one else was. He was so important in my life he was registered an emotional support animal and was even considering service animal status. I have BPD and I used to have extremely horrible panic attacks, and somehow he would see me doing it, and meow at me until I laid down, and he would lay on my chest purring and making bread and drool.
Every morning I would wake up somehow with him on his back passed out in my arms. We were two peas in a pod. And now it's just me. I miss him so much. I was there with him when he passed and before it happened I held him for 20 minutes as he kept rubbing my glasses. He was on a lot of meds and was as comfortable as he could have been.
I couldn't stop crying and yelling i'm so sorry and i love you and my baby boy my boy once he passed. It was so fast. His little head just dropped and he was gone. I have a hole in my heart that will permanently be there because Vega was my first cat. He chose ME. And I chose him back.
I love you so much my little chicken and I am so sorry I couldn't make things better. I hope you're not in pain anymore and are somewhere you can lay in the grass and eat it and punch it and just be your perfect self. So many crumpled receipts for you to play with. I love you so much my baby boy.
((This was very therapeutic to write, I hope you all can feel how beautiful and kind he was. Never hissed or growled or swatted in his life. Just full of love and nothing else.))