Grim news from the vet. There’s no need to talk to the cat oncologist. The fluid they removed from Bixby’s belly today had blood in it. The cancer has progressed too far for any kind of treatment. Nothing to do but ride it out and keep him as comfortable as possible. My poor little boy.
Thank you all for your thoughts and well wishes. Bixby and I truly appreciate it.The first time I met Bixby he jumped onto my lap, curled in a ball and began purring the loudest purr I have ever heard (really. I thought there was something wrong with him. He sounded like your Uncle with a severe Sinus problem). No sniffing. No “what are you doing sitting on my couch?!” look. Just a friendly welcome with a nap. Although my time spent with Bixby can be measured in hours, and although his extreme cuddles made my allergies go haywire and my eyes swell up, I always looked forward to the day I would get to see him again. Elisa will probably think I’m just saying this to make her feel better, but it is true. Bixby comes up often in Jesse and I’s conversation.
Unfortunately I never got another chance to see him. Hug those you love. Especially your pets.
Pouring one out for my homie, Bixby. He very clearly wasn’t doing well this morning and I had to make the decision to let him go. He passed, with the help of Dr. C at Pets First at 2:58pm. He was dignified to the end. There’s no doubt that Bixby was my favorite. I’m sure some of you didn’t even know that I had 2 cats. There won’t be a Fuck Yeah Chavez in the future as Fuck Yeah Bixby is something that can’t be duplicated. Bixby and his memory will live forever in the internets.
Losing a pet is never easy but I want to thank everyone that has reached out. Your kind words have made this a little easier. If you have any furry friends, please hug them and give them an extra treat tonight in the memory of Bixby.