|Favorite photos of Gus.|
Gus has exhibited some typical signs of old age for several months, but he always astonished me with how well he was able to get around. It seemed like nothing really slowed him down. Gus's passing was somewhat unexpected. I mean, I knew his time was limited because he was elderly but he didn't give me much warning before he passed.
Very late Friday night, I went to give him his late night dinner like I usually do. At first, I couldn't find him in his cage and he didn't come to greet me. I found him nestled up in a corner, picked him up, and put him near his plate of food. He showed absolutely no interest in it, and just laid his head near it. That was quite alarming, because he has always been happy to eat his meals up until this particular moment.
I grabbed some vegetable baby food from the pantry and decided to syringe feed him. He still showed no interest. After some coaxing, I did get him to lick a very small amount of the baby food up. I decided to fix him a place to sleep for the night in the cat carrier. That way he couldn't climb the ramps in his cage and fall down or something.
|The time Gus wrote poetry.|
As I was setting the carrier up for him to sleep in, I noticed he was showing signs of distress. I picked him up and held him. He started to take agonal breaths and not long after, he was already gone. It all happened quickly...
I'm glad that I was able to be there with him during his last moments. I was hoping he would make it to his 2nd Gotcha Day next month. He almost did, but not quite. Gus was 2 years and 8 months old. He lived with me for almost 2 years.
It's been raining this weekend, so Gus will have a little funeral when it finally stops. We'll bury him next to his brother. Rest in peace little Gus. Say hello to your brother for me.