My dear feline friend had to be put to sleep this afternoon. He became ill on Wednesday evening with a blocked urethra, and just deteriorated very fast. The vet was lovely to us, and I know they did everything they could for him, but by today he was very weak, his bladder had burst and he really couldn't take any more treatment. When we saw him he was so weak that he didn't react to us at all. We brought him home and he will be buried in the garden this evening.
He was such a character, right from the first moment I saw him. I picked up him in one hand and he sat there looking at me with these great big eyes and a white flash on his forehead and I said - oh you're Flash. And that was it. We loved him and he was so loving to us. The first time he purred, he gave himself such a fright that he jumped about a foot in the air. He loved sleeping in things, bags, baskets, anything really. He loved to be warm, and quite often came looking for a cuddle. He always knew when you felt sick or upset and came to sit with you. For a few months when he was a kitten he went completely grey and looked like a posh oriental cat, but then his black fur grew back again.
He had the most lovely paws, and he used to sit beside me and let me hold them in my hand. He hated winter time and just slept on someone's bed most of the time and he specially loved it when my hot water bottle was in the bed and he could lie on that. He was always happy to be cuddled and squeezed and never complained. He was never sick either, until this week. It has all happened so suddenly we are still coming to terms with it. There's a gap in our family today. Flash, thank you for all you gave us. We miss you.