Love, Honor....Death

Pumpkin died on thanksgiving.

The story is brief and painful. After fighting what looked like diabetes, pancreatitis and liver failure for months, his kidneys finaly failed. He stopped producing urine, and stopped eating. I caled his dad, who came to the house, and we spent the last hours petting Pumpkin, pushing pain killers into him so that he was happy and comfortable. That I sucsseeded at, keeping him kitty high and pain free. Eventualy the pain killers helped him sleep deeply in his dads arms, and he fell asleep. I made certain he did not wake up.

On post mortum, because I had need to know...

Pumpkin died of cancer. Everywhere. His pancrease was a mass of hard balls of abnormal tissue, there was no normal tissue left- his liver was long dead, both his kidneys were dead... and he was bleeding inside, everywhere.  Dead kitty walking... for however many months.

So my fight to control his diabetes was a lost battal at the instant of diagnosis. Pancreatic cancer is a no-win, never win.

Be we fought hard, didn't we? Pumpkin had every minute of good times, and died with kindness, love and 'family' around him.

Ths house is empty without his medial regimine, although it is still filled with living pets and activity. It is weird to not have to sleep on the couch next to him, be awake at midnight, one, five and so on to give meds, to never sleep more than a few hours here and there..... I still react to high pitched soft alarms as if his blood sugar monitor is calling me.

And Boogar, his paralyzed party boy buddy is sad.

Peace in your travels Pumpkin.....

Love honor death...............