He was our little 'baby', our 'little man', our 'naughty boy', our 'furry chops', our 'mischievous one', our ball of fur. He was the cornerstone of mine and Austen's home, he was our darling Conkers, to whom we were even barmy enough to gift a Twitter account, he was our glorious beautiful and majestic Bengal-British short hair cat of 11 years young. And now he's gone. And we miss him so, so, so much.
Excuse me as I type this with tears streaming down my face. If you've pets or you're an animal lover you'll understand, if you don't, you might not and I wouldn't expect you to – and that's ok, I wouldn't be offended. I just wanted to write about him this week as a tribute.
Conkers suddenly became very ill last Wednesday morning with bladder problems. He couldn't walk very well, he'd been sick all over the living room. Austen texted me and I was anxious with worry but was at the Q, so of course I carried on as usual. No reason to think otherwise until the kitty had been examined. Austen rushed Conks to our vet that day, who decided he needed an emergency operation. Conks then spent 2 further days in the animal hospital, Northside Emergency Clinic, as well as one agonising night with a collar around his neck, a catheter and a drip, poor darling. But he finally came home (sans instruments!) on Friday night. I also got home to Brum from a day at QVC that night and it was clear to us both, as the hours went on, that Conks was very restless and uncomfortable.
Most of Saturday was spent at the vets again and another treatment was tried that afternoon. We brought him home in the hope he'd be ok. We had a glorious time with him, he played with toys, he sunned himself, he slept in that spot under the bed on his favourite tartan blanket and he had a snooze in his fleece chair with the red cushion. But, after hours of hoping and praying, that treatment failed too and we had to take him back to the vet that night. The right and humane thing to do was to put him to sleep, because nothing the vets did had worked for him. We didn't want him to go through what he went through on Wednesday morning. We didn't want to prolong his pain. It was the most dreadful evening and we're still grieving for our little baby.
At this point we've got to give thanks for all the help, and compassion we received from Aubrey at Scotts Vet Clinic and both our vet, Mandisa and our nurse Lisa at NEVC, who guided us through what were Conkers final moments.
Thanks to everyone who tweeted me with love and condolences over the weekend. Thanks for caring.
The flat is so, so empty without Conkers. We do feel he's been ripped away from us too soon. We just imagined he would have so many more years ahead of him with us.
We think we hear him mewing sometimes, we're sure we've seen him out of the corner of our eye in the flat too. Our minds play such tricks on us sometimes. He will forever be our little man, our baby, our naughty boy. Our Conkers.