I’ve never been one to talk about sad things too much. But, I feel like it’s something that I need to do – to put an ending to Fang’s story, here, where I started it.
On May 28th, 2018, Fang passed away. It was all rather sudden, as it so often is with cats since they often don’t tell us when they don’t feel well. Both Fang and his brother Duffy suffered from kidney failure, and despite our best efforts, in the span of a few months we lost them both. We had a veterinarian come to the house so that they could leave the world in comfort and surrounded by those that love them.
I can’t help but reflect, though, on how happy we are that Fang’s amputation gave him so much more time with us than he ever would have had otherwise. We were headed toward 6 extra long and happy years, in fact. He ran, jumped, hunted and played. He slowed down, cuddled, grew old, and eventually died at nearly 17 years old. For a cat, that’s about the best we can hope for, isn’t it?
So, goodbye Fang. I love you buddy. Hope you’re playing with your brothers somewhere.