I hate to write these types of posts...
We had to put to sleep Waffle this morning. She reached 16 years old. She'd had a rough time when she was younger having to be operated on for stuck furballs, three operations in total. She was put on steroids which would extend her life for around 12 months (we were told), that was in 2017.
Her stubborness was her biggest character trait, it was her way and that was it. Even the vet couldn't work out how she managed to live for as long as she did.
Her last few years had been difficult, we lost Winnie in 2021 and they were inseparable. We didn't realise but she obvioulsy missed him terribly and she just took to sleeping and not doing much else. To be fair he was always chasing her which kept her on her toes!
She'd taken to sleeping on the back of the sofa, eating/sleeping and not much else. I was away in Europe on a bike trip last week and she took a turn for the worse. Mrs was going to take her to the vets, but by the end of the day she perked up.
Yesterday she'd given up, stopped purring and eating. She had that look, didn't want to make eye contact. As hard as it always is we made the call this morning and we're both obvioulsy distraught, but it was the right thing to do. Even though we knew this time was coming it still knocks you off your feet.
RIP Waffle/Waffy/Nibs (she had soo many names)
Winne and Waffle 2013/2017
Waffle 2017
Her last picture at home on the sofa today
Sorry for the downer guys
