Orrin left us. He left ME! He took care of me when I was skinny and sick and weak but he's gone now. I have to take care of Mom and Dad. They aren't doing so well. Orrin was as white as the school paste that holds awkward crafts together and with him gone things seem to scatter apart.
We're going to get through this. I know it. Mom says so and Mom is always right... at least eventually.
Orrin had been struggling, at 12 years old, with arthritis, dementia and something called partial larangyal paralysis which made it hard for him to breathe. On 3-10-2019 his favourite cat, Poitin, had to be put down for renal failure as a complication of feline leukemia virus. After Poitin did not come home Orrin declined rapidly.
On 3-11-2019 Orrin was struggling to stand and struggled to breathe. He went to the emergency vet and the vet thought some new medicine would make a difference. Orrin came home to try.
A few hours after being on the new medication the struggle to breathe intensified and Orrin started to scream. Mom said he would never suffer but all of a sudden it was happening. I saw her break. And then they left and he didn't come home.
I don't know if I will try to take over his blog. I don't really like anyone but Mom and Dad and my cats. I just thought you would like to know what happened since, even though he didn't post often, he had been blogging for years. I miss him so much already. You might miss him a little, too.
I love you, Orrin. I hope to see you again.