Laslo
April 1998 - May 3rd, 2011
He was the needy one. He came to us in a bundle of four brothers. I was volunteering at a large cat Sanctuary in Orlando at the time, 1998, and our Compound Cat had a litter of kittens. We couldn’t find them for a couple of weeks, thought them to be dead, mama went in to be spayed, we found the babies. Michael and I took them in, dirty, matted, one had a badly injured eye, (he would later be named Yoda). Laslo, (from Real Genuis in case you were curious), was the needy one. He tried to suckle on his brothers, did this well into his 2nd year. We lived in a loft apartment while we were bottle feeding the kittens. Laslo had bad balance and twice fell from the loft to the coffee table below. OMG, freaked me out! He was fine. A little over a year later, we loaded them (and our 3 other kitties) up in the car and moved them all out to Las Vegas. We road tripped with our seven kitties in 5 days and as many hotels and then road tripped back a year and a half later.
Laslo was the needy one. The pawer, “hey, I’m down here”, he’d say, “I need you”. When you called any other cat, it’s Laslo who came running, belly swinging side to side. “I need you”! He’d curl up with lovebirds Murdock and Amelia, the three Musketeers I called them, now there are two, they can have alone time.
Thirteen this past April, not too old, not young. He was thinning, recently stopped eating. Liver, kidney, mouth injury?? It all happened so quickly, just in the last couple of weeks. Nope, none of the above. A mass on the x-ray surrounded by fluid, lots of trouble breathing, no prognosis is good.
You don’t go to the vet thinking you’ll have to make that kind of decision right then, no time to think, complete confusion, he’s suffering, trouble breathing, could die overnight of respiratory distress, put him down peacefully, kids are with me, PFMan on his way.
Goodbye Laslo. I write this to remember you, to never forget, you were the needy one. We love you!
Peace now.
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