Saturday, July 15, 2017

R.I.P. Zeus the Cat

Mister Zeus, my little tuxedo cat, hasn't been doing well lately.  His digestive system wasn't working the way it should; he'd eat, but there would be no weight gain.  He'd be hungry all the time, but feeding him whenever he felt hungry was a bad idea, as he'd end up regurgitating the food.  He also had trouble getting around.  His joints were too stiff and sore to allow him to groom himself.  He negotiated the stairs on step at a time, pausing to rest about halfway up.  Although he hated being picked up and carried, he enjoyed it when I carried him up the stairs.  He'd lost so much weight that he was little more than fur and bones.  And he could no longer play with Danté, his buddy cat.  Danté would offer to play with him, and Zeus couldn't.

After considering his physical condition over the last three days, I made an appointment with the Hamilton Road Animal Hospital for Friday at 10:30 AM to have Zeus put to sleep, or put down if you will.  Euthanized is the technical term.  I was literally sick about the situation, but I couldn't see a good reason to allow my cat to suffer because of my tender feelings.

Promptly on Friday at 10:15 AM, I stuffed Zeus into his cat carrier and off we went.  His lack of mobility is such that he was unable to turn around inside the carrier.

The Vet was young.  Just out of Veterinary College if I were to guess.  Needless to say, as a support system this Vet is useless.  Her assistant, also female, is middle-aged and equally useless.  I stayed with Mister Zeus, petting him and talking to him until the moment he died.  Then the vet's assistant wrapped his remains up in a towel, taped it closed, and returned him to the cat carrier.

I drove back to the old homestead, where I buried Zeus out by the barn, deep enough so his remains won't be disturbed.

Mister Zeus started out life as someone else's cat, and they got rid of him.  His hind legs were somewhat crippled up; the vet suspected rickets, but who knows?  Anyway, he came to live with my brother Bob, in the year 2000.  Bob had just bought a house and needed a mouser.

Bob sold the house and took off for Northern Wisconsin.  Zeus was dropped off with Mom with the understanding that she would care for Zeus until Bob got settled.  Zeus liked Mom, and the feeling was mutual.  He would sit on her lap every night while she watched TV.  He would also beg food from her, climbing all over her until he got a small portion of whatever Mom was eating.  Some nights I'd go out and bring back a strawberry milkshake for Mom, which she liked, and which she would share with Zeus.  He used to beg at the breakfast table, demanding that I shared some of that delicious bacon or sausage he smelled.  Usually I gave in, and his antics were rewarded.

Zeus was a very good cat otherwise, and never got up on the counter or sharpened his claws on the furniture or the woodwork.  Christmas was another matter, though.

Zeus Inspects the Tree

An Ornament Has Fallen

A Stray, Shiny Ornament

Who, Me?

And that is Mister Zeus.

I took him up to the old homestead and buried him, then I did a few errands and ultimately went out to a club with a some friends.  I felt better afterwards, and drove back to Columbus right after breakfast.

Things being how they are, I'm taking the rest of the day off.


  1. So sorry for your loss. Pets are part of our family and really hard when they go over the rainbow bridge. Hugs.

  2. Condolences on the loss of your beautiful Mister Zeus. Hugs~~~

  3. So sorry for your loss. Pets are part of our family and really hard when they go over the rainbow bridge. Hugs.