CoCo The Cat

My parents had a Burmese cat named Coco. He seemed to be there substitute child and they loved him. After Kristen was born, I became horribly allergic to him and most other cats. So I was never endeared to him.

But now that I am living here in my parents house, I have inherited their cat as well. When my parents died he would have nothing to do with me. He only allowed Kristen to pick him up and drag him around. She treated him like a kitten and carried him everywhere. She slept with him and played him and all was well.

Lately it seemed that Coco only wanted to be cuddled with me and when I say cuddled, I mean he was all over me all the time. I allowed it while I was wearing pants or had a blanket on but loved to be on my bare skin and I could only tolerate that for so long before I broke out itchiness.

For the last couple of days he has a had a weird cry even for him. Last night was the final straw, he paced the halls, crying all night. It was a rough night for all.

So this morning, we got out the cat crate and lined with a towel and plunked him in it. He was fine in the crate until we got in the car to go to the vets and the car began to move. He has not been in a car since I have no idea how long.

The vet at the animal shelter was wonderful. He immediately knew that Coco was constipated and required an enema and he wanted to do blood tests. It appeared on the tests that his kidneys were failing and that was the cause of his constipation. So my fathers cat seems to be failing from my fathers symptoms.

We have changed his food and are going to monitor him but he is not long for this world. I wonder just how much death this house and family can endure.

Kristen is having a hard time with it because it seems to be all rolled together all she has lost and all the pain that we have had. I wish I knew how to prepare for her more to come adequately but I am doing the best I can now. I guess that's all we can hope for. We all have loss and stress, I just wish it wasn't all in one year.