Tonight Boo suddenly started struggling to breathe. He had been acting normal all day, even playful this afternoon. I fed them before I went to take a shower and Boo ate his and was going after Ed's share as I was heading up the stairs. Everything seemed normal. No signs of anything wrong.
The Murph suddenly called me into the dining room where he had found Boo, laying on his side struggling to breathe. At first we thought that he had a hair ball stuck in his throat and we tried to help him get it up, but it wasn't working. Boo's brother, Ed and my cat Cadence, watched as we tried unsuccessfully to save Boo.
When nothing seemed to be working, I ran to call the vet, but they were already closed for the evening. The Murph put Boo in the card board box top (the cat trap) that Boo like to sleep in and we rushed him to the emergency vet.
The Murph tried to keep him alive while I tried to stay calm and drive. But by the time we got to the vet, Boo had passed away. The vet listened, but there was no heart beat. The vet techs gave us a coffin for Boo and put his name on it and some flowers on the box. We brought him home and are burying him tomorrow.
Boo loved this red toy Santa. He actually loved all of the red toys. Maybe that was because that was the only color he could still see since his vision was going in his old age. He loved this stuffed puppy and carried it around every where for a while. He would always bring me an assortment of toys and leave them at my feet.
We are very concerned about Boo's brother, Ed. He's never in his entire 14 years been without his brother. He seems to be waiting for him to come back. Cadence seems to be looking too. I wonder if they understand what happened tonight.
We feel like we lost a family member.
RIP Boo. We love you very much.
