Sooticus died yesterday. Interested parties (well, one) had been enquiring about the kittens and I had written half a post about them, how Clara enjoyed swinging high in the lilac tree and playing in the (empty) bath, stippling it with muddy little pawmarks, while Sooticus loved to lie in people’s laps being petted and fussed over, to tease Mister Puss and to explore new places, but was shy with new people. There’s no point in posting it now. We don’t really know what happened, but he was probably hit by a car.
On Friday, K discovered Sooticus lying in the kitchen, crying and almost unable to move his hind legs. He took him straight away to a locum, who couldn’t find anything wrong but gave him a shot of cortisone and some very strong painkillers. Sooticus did his best to rally, he managed to walk and eat and drink and even play a bit, but by Monday afternoon it was clear that there was something very wrong with his back and his digestive system. Yesterday K took him back to our usual vet, who said that he was too badly hurt for anything to be done for him, and he received a lethal injection.
We are all very sad and miss him a lot. The hardest part was being tormented alternately by hope and despair over whether or not he would recover. Clara has been wandering the house, crying for him – they played and fought and cuddled each other constantly. Her bewilderment has been painful to witness, too. But although Sooticus’s life was short, it was very happy, and his last morning, spent sunbathing or purring in my lap, was lovely too. He was a beautiful and affectionate animal, and we’ll always remember him and be glad that we knew him.