Our Beautiful Boys

June last year was a terrible month. Susannah had a week off work at the beginning of June and we had planned to go away on holiday, but then one of our cats, White Spot, got very sick and, unfortunately, we had to say goodbye to our beautiful boy. I wrote about it here. It was a terribly sad time and  I grieved for him for months. We still had Whitey’s brother Rudi though and he was of great comfort to us, becoming even more cuddly and loving than before – I suspect he was grieving too as the boys had spent their entire lives together.

Two peas in a pod (Rudi in front, Whitey in back)
Whitey liked to use Rudi as a pillow
Beautiful Rudi

In early June of this year, history began to repeat itself. Susannah had a week off and once again we’d planned to go away. But Rudi suddenly got sick, at almost the exact same time as Whitey had. We canceled our camping trip and took Rudi to the vet. He tested positive for a urinary tract infection and was given antibiotics. After 4-5 days he began to hemorrhage from his bladder. We took him in for an ultrasound and the vet diagnosed some kind of bloody mass, but exactly what it was was not clear. We booked him in for a CT scan to see if we could get further information. The results were still not clear, so after spending a lot of money and subjecting poor Rudi to numerous vet visits and tests we were still at a loss as to what was wrong and how we could help him.

The vet advised seeing an internal medicine specialist. The clinic was booked up for weeks and Rudi was running out of time. He seemed to be going through a cycle of bleeding, then exhaustedly sleeping to recover, and then he’d appear almost normal, but weak. It was a 3-4 day cycle. Each time it happened his red blood cell count was lowered and he got more and more tired.

Feeling quite helpless, we decided to try a Chinese Herbal Medicine which the vet had told us about. Yunnan Baiyao has been known to stop bleeding in both humans and dogs (so why not cats)? The problem was that the powder had a bitter flavour so it was difficult to get him to consume it. We tried for 3 days over the weekend but on Tuesday decided to take him back to the vet to have a blood test to check his red blood cell count. We were considering exploratory surgery to see if the mass could be removed – a last-ditch attempt to save him. Unfortunately, his level was too low so that was no longer an option. At home, Rudi had another bleed. Afterward he lay on the floor at the bottom of the bed and slept. We made the hard decision to say goodbye.

When we woke up on Friday morning Rudi was almost his old self. He jumped up onto the bed and cuddled with us both. He seemed to be spreading his love between us. He was eating and drinking and even came outside in the sun for a brushing. He was having a good day. He was very tired though and kept nodding off.

We decided that we wouldn’t let him go through the cycle of another bleed which he was finding very traumatic and that we should end things on a good day. We took him up to the Hastings Vet Clinic and put our boy to sleep.

This was a decision I have very mixed feelings about. I know that we saved him the trauma and stress of uncontrollable bleeding but at the same time, he was having a good day and we cut it short. I think I will forever feel guilty about that.

Losing Rudi has been devastating.

Rudi liked to lean on things

There are so many things in our apartment to remind us of him. Even after we packed up the food and water bowls and removed the litter box, there were his toys, his favourite blanket, the patio pet door.  For the first week, I would catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye, or I would think I had heard him meow, only to realize he wasn’t there. I still expect to see him when I come home or to wake up with him lying across my legs.

Most mornings were spent like this

Rudi was a real character. He gave us so much love and laughter. He was a chatty little guy with some extra special quirks and we loved him dearly. He liked yoghurt and eggs and we would share with him. He was a cat of many nicknames, the most affectionate being Doodle Bear.

Bear with a bear

Nope, I didn’t scratch the carpet!

I miss my Doodle Bear and I think I always will.

Having Rudi still with us made losing Whitey a bit more bearable, but with Rudi gone too, I feel the loss of them both. We had all been together since 2005 and in that time we lived in 5 different places. Each new house became home because we inhabited it together. The apartment seems empty without our two black shadows.

We loved the boys so much and we have many wonderful memories. We are very lucky that we chose White Spot and Rudi…or did they choose us? In either case, we were a perfect fit.

RIP to both my beautiful boys 😥

You will forever be missed.

Thoughts on losing a best Furry Friend

We’ve been very lucky. I know that. We have had the most beautiful, loving, entertaining black cats in the world. Until recently, when we lost one, and my heart was broken.

Rudi (left) and Whitey (right)

Rewind to 2005

Free to a good home: Susannah found our two cats listed on Craigslist. The ad described them as large, black and friendly; indoor boys who would love to be out. They were about 14 months old, neutered and up to date on all shots. We had just moved to a slightly unkempt, pet-friendly, heritage townhouse in East Van and we were looking for some furry friends to share it with so we arranged to meet them.  Right away both cats came over to inspect us and let us pet them. This was unusual for one of them their owner said. For her, I think that sealed the deal. She dropped them off to us a few days later and they were ours!

They came pre-named as White Spot and Runti (the runt of the litter). We wanted to rename them but White Spot had a certain ring to it and we couldn’t find anything with the same tone, so it kind of stuck. Whitey for short. Runti became Rudi.

Rudi hid under the sofa for about a week, sneaking out to eat or to do his business when we weren’t around. Whitey was friendlier and after a very short time he appeared at the top of the stairs to say hello. Rudi eventually followed and we quickly became a happy foursome.

After a couple of weeks, we let the boys outside. They had new collars with ID tags and we had begun rattling a metal cookie tin with kibble inside at meal times so we hoped they would associate that sound with home. They did and we could open the door, rattle the tin and see our two boys run down the street towards us. Although they would roam, they always came home for food and cuddles.

Just a small kitten at heart

These cats were awesome! They were the size of dogs, very confident, friendly to all, and very affectionate to us. They followed us everywhere. If we were going for a walk we’d have to run down the street in order to leave them behind. They were curious, adventurous and provided hours of entertainment.

In the 12 years since we got the cats, we have lived in 5 different spaces. Each move has been stressful but each time we have all settled in and made the space our home. Through ups and downs, it’s all been ok as we’ve been a unit of 4.

There have been many adventures along the way.

Whitey once got stuck on a neighbour’s roof and had to be rescued. He also got trapped in our landlord’s storage basement below our house – we could hear him meowing pitifully through the floorboards. In one apartment he snuggled into an open chest of drawers where we kept blankets and lovely warm fabrics and got stuck inside the chest. Eventually, we had to take the back off the chest to rescue him. Silly kitty.

Whitey’s encounter with a baby crow. He was a great hunter but this unafraid and demanding crow was interesting to him.
The Mighty Whitey

One winter Whitey went missing. We were very worried. We made posters and distributed them everywhere. We cried and cried but refused to give up and for three weeks we wandered the neighbourhood in ever increasing circles, rattling the tin and calling for him. I’m pretty sure people thought we were mad. Then early one morning we opened the door, and there he was – a super skinny version of himself, but our Whitey was home!

Whitey would sleep between us with his head on a pillow and snore away!

Rudi also disappeared once. Only for 3 nights, but it was enough to make us go out searching. He turned up at 3 am yelling at the door. Susannah rushed downstairs and let him in and he collapsed exhaustedly on the floor. He was covered in dirt and his tail was a little bent. It is still crooked but we’ll never know what happened.

Talk about 9 lives!

In 2013 we moved to a really nice apartment in East Van with a lovely patio. It’s sunny and comfortable with lots of spots a cat might like. The boys became indoor cats again. They settled here well and as they were aging and slowing down a bit, we felt it much safer for them to be inside.

The cats sat on the mat

Our unit of 4 continued on. Then suddenly, a few weeks ago Whitey started dropping weight. It was quite rapid but the weather had improved and he had quickly dropped winter weight the year before so we weren’t too worried. But then he stopped eating. He appeared at mealtimes, looked at his food and then walked away. We tried to tempt him with treats and delicious smells which worked for a couple of days. After that, he refused food entirely and went and lay in a space in the wardrobe. Always a social cat, this was unusual so we made an appointment with our vet.

The vet couldn’t see anything immediately wrong. Whitey was alert, social, and didn’t seem to be in obvious distress. He did react a little when she felt his belly so she decided to do some blood tests. The results came back the next day. Whitey had pancreatitis and fatty liver disease. In order to assess his case, the vet recommended an ultrasound. We booked him in. As he was still not eating and drinking they hooked him up to a fluid IV so he wouldn’t get too dehydrated. In the evening we went to collect him and were told that he had a tumour which had started on his spleen and had now spread to his pancreas and liver. The vet had given him painkillers which she said seemed to make him more comfortable. We opted to have the tumour tested before deciding the next move and took Whitey home.

We hoped that he might respond to encouragement to eat if he was in less pain but unfortunately he immediately retreated back to the wardrobe. He would let us pet him and he would try to eat and drink, but only a nibble or a small lick of water – not a sustainable amount. He looked awful. His eyes were glazed and distant and he’d lost his spunk.

The next day there was no improvement and we began to talk about the “what ifs”. We agreed that the aim was to keep him as comfortable as possible. This conversation was very hard.  We were only just beginning to realise that we might lose him.

That evening Susannah administered his pain medication while I was on the patio. Whitey heard us talking and looked up. I waved his brush at him and he responded by coming out to the patio to say hello. I brushed him lightly for awhile then stroked him gently. He stayed very close to us for about an hour or so and then once again retreated to the wardrobe. We felt hope that he had rallied a little.

Whitey visits one last time

The next morning we got a call from the vet with the worst news. Whitey’s tumour was cancerous and as it had spread to two other organs it was not operable. She said we could try medications to shrink the tumour and to increase his appetite but Susannah and I both knew that it would be merely postponing the inevitable. For what quality of life? Whitey had become a wardrobe-cat, drugged up on pain meds. That was just not him. We tearfully made the decision to euthanize him and took him in for one last trip to the vets.

The procedure was made bearable by the staff at the Vancouver Veterinary Hospital who were very understanding and let us have whatever time we needed with Whitey, both before and after. Dr. Cheung explained every step and was very gentle. Whitey did not suffer. He was not scared. He just put his tired head down and went to sleep. Our unit of 4 was broken.

I have cried pretty much every day since he died. At first it was the pain of losing him and the guilt of having made the decision to end his life. Even though I know we made the right decision for him, to end his pain, I still questioned myself. Could he have recovered? Did we move too quickly?

I work a lot from home so I have always had the cats around me, keeping me company or “supervising” activities. In part that’s what makes it so hard. Firstly there were the everyday things. Cuddles in bed with only one cat, not two. Packing up the second food bowl and the blanket he used to lie on. Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye and thinking it was him. Then there were the unexpected things. I shared an elevator ride with a couple in my building last week. We chatted about the weather etc and just as we reached our floor one of them said: “By the way, what are your cats’ names?” I replied “White Spot and Rudi but unfortunately, White Spot passed away this week”. Then I burst into tears and hurriedly retreated to my apartment. Unexpected. Wasn’t prepared for that. Too raw.

Rudi is having a tough time. He’s always been with his brother. Sometimes they wrestled and fought, sometimes they napped together. They were never far from each other. Rudi has been a little limpet, staying very close to me, both giving and requiring a little extra love and reassurance. He is confused.

We’ll adapt. People do. Animals do. Over time we will become a seamless unit of 3. But it will take time. Whitey was a big cat, both in stature and in love. I believe that the last night on the patio was his way of saying goodbye. White Spot was a smart cat, a thinking cat, who spoke very little but communicated in volumes. He knew he was loved and he knew we would never do anything to hurt him. To have that trust and love from an animal is a special thing and it should be honoured.

We are lucky. We had a wonderful cat named White Spot to share part of life’s journey with.