On Thursday, December 11, 2014, we took Bushey to the vet. He had a blockage of his bladder, serious blockage at that. We didn't notice anything wrong with him until that very morning. When we took him, he was starting to fade fast.
The vet did everything he could to drain his bladder with a catheter, but he used every single catheter, and wasn't able to get past the blockage. He drained the bladder using a needle, and had Bushey under sedation. When we were ready to take him to the emergency vet, and our vet was talking to us, one of the assistants had the vet come back to the exam room, and for a man his age, he ran. He ran, and spent what felt like 10 minutes doing CPR and trying to bring Bushey back, but Bushey was too weak.
The vet did everything he could, but Bushey was gone.
My mom and I cried, and the very next day, neither one of us wanted to really do anything.
We brought Bushey's body home that night, so that the guy from the pet mortuary that we use could pick him up in the morning. During the night though, Bushey's mother, Smokey, went into the bathroom, where we were keeping him, and she would nudge him, lick him, paw him, trying to get him to move. I think she knew when she saw him that he was gone, and she was sad. When we closed the bathroom, she sat outside the door, and just looked. She was constantly next to us the last couple days.
During the night, I had a dream about him, a nightmare really. Dreamed that we had kept him in another part of the house before he could be picked up, and that he came back, but chewed off his tail, which was now stuck under the floor in the back of the house, and he was waiting on the back porch, no tail, and his eyes were dead.
I'm still sad over losing him, considering he was so so young, and we didn't know he was so sick until it was too late. The nightmare didn't help me feel any better.
Bushey was one of those large cats that was so laid back, you could hold him, and he wouldn't do anything. Walk around with him, he wouldn't cry or shift around, just look. He was so soft, you could just pet him for hours and still want to pet him more, and he was so lovable, he'd want you to keep petting him more. He was so gentle, so sweet.
He was born mid-March 2013. He wasn't even 2 years old.
I'm going to miss him.