Hoggie is getting lighter and lighter.
He was born 2 feet behind my head with his 5 brothers in a little cat tent on a corner chair.
Knowing an animal from it's first breath is a closeness unlike any other because you know it's never been mistreated and you know it's health history.
Hoggie weighed 16 pounds 11 months ago. By this January he was down to 10 1/2 pounds.
He has some kind of untreatable digestive disease and is down to 7 pounds 8 ounces as of the vets last Saturday. They've run every test and could not tell me exactly what it is. I find it ironic that my digestive system is so damaged and if I didn't get something cut out or burned from my digestive system every 4 months for the past 7 years, I but be in as bad a shape as him. JUST WOW! I get a both ends double whammy a week from tomorrow.
He's had diarrhea for the past 5 or 6 months and vomits at least every other day. I've taken him to the vet and they've done what they can as you can't replace something that has failed to this extent.
His time is getting close and I'm going to miss him so.
He throws himself against my chest at bedtime to spoon and has been my constant companion going on 16 years.
My dad came by about 10 and wanted to drive by the beach but I told him I needed to give Hoggie 10 minutes outside before we left. We were sitting in the patio beneath the deck and Hoggie walked up with something in his mouth.
My dad says "I think he's got a mouse or something." Then we both realized he's got that BAS***D gopher that's been tearing up the backyard hanging from his mouth.
That may have been his last hunt,
BUT IT WAS A GOOD ONE.
