My cat Jodie died Saturday night, June 13th. He was young too, I figured he was only 29 months old. I'm heartbroken. What makes this even worse, is that my brother's Dalmatian, Penny, also passed away the week before that on June 5th. Two wonderful animals of our's gone in 8 days.
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Jodie started acting funny Friday night. He didn't touch his food, which is rare for him. He usually eats it all. He had been going to his litterbox frequently. Male cats sometimes can have problems with their penis getting stuck outside the skin. He would lick down there and acted like it was uncomfortable. So I made sure he had food and water, though he wasn't interested in his food. And he took his foot and shoved his water bowl off the windowsill three times. That night he had some vomiting also. We were planning to take him to the vet on Monday, because our vet is closed on the weekend. But unfortunately, he passed away Saturday night at about 10 pm. Saturday afternoon he was just laying around, I thought he was maybe just resting. But I noticed he wanted to get up, and acted like he couldn't. So I went over and picked him up. I couldn't get hiim to stand up on his own. His legs were limp and he couldn't stand. I had felt around on him trying to see if and where he was in pain. He acted like the area around his genitals was tender, and his penis was partially out. So that's what me think he was having that problem. Saturday afternoon though I felt his side and felt a mass. I'm thinking it was either a bladder stone or else a kidney stone. I buried him Saturday night next to my brother's Dalmatian, Penny.
I'm heartbroken. We got Jodie from my sister's friend. Basically he was my sister's cat unofficially, but once she moved out she decided she couldn't take him. So he stayed here and basically became my cat. We got him in either October or November of 2007. Her friend said he was about 10 months old, so we figured he was born sometime around December of 2006, or January of 2007. So he was only about 2 1/2 years old when he died. Much too young. We had him for about a year and a half. In that time I fell in love with him and became very attached. Jodie was the sweetest cat. My sister's friend had raised him with a pitbull, so he was very comfortable around our miniature poodles. He would hang out with my two poodles Sophie and Lacy. The three of them followed me around like I was the pied piper. I'd go outside at night to let Sophie and Lacy out to go pee and poop, and Jodie would stand and look out the patio door and wait and meow. He'd run over to the windows in the living room and jump up in the windowsill and get on his hind legs with his front feet on the window and look out for me. He'd go back and forth doing that until I came back inside. I could go to myi room and he'd wait outside by the door. And he was there in the morning when I'd wake up. He'd hear me wake up and stirring in my room getting ready. And whenever we came home he was always waiting by the front door. Jodie was just as loyal as a dog. I've never had a cat that listened to you and obeyed commands like he did. He really tried to please you. He was a great lap kitty too. I've been crying like a little girl over losing him. It's especially rough after only a week before losing Penny too.
Jodie.
A favorite spot of his while I was on the forum. I can't believe that he's gone. He hung around the living room day in and day out keeping me company. I don't even want to be in here now that he's gone. The place feels so lonely. I keep expecting him to jump up in his window or to see him stretched out on the couch. I'm just in shock that he's gone. Unbelievable.
The infamous photos of him and my grandma's cat, Snackers. The two of them got along like water and electricity.
Hanging out with my dog Lacy.
This was the last photo I took of him from last month.
He was a good cat.