Arthur

This is Arthur. Our 4th black cat and last one of the most recent set of brothers. Midnight and Spooky were first and lived to be "super seniors". 5 years later, after we lost them. We adopted another set of brothers, Adam and Arthur. We lost Adam in 2015 to saddle thrombosis. Had never even heard of it and it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was 4. Arthur was shy and was bullied by Adam quite a bit but he came out of his shell and we discovered how much of a silly sweet boy he was. Solid black beautiful cat and I loved him oh so much and he picked me as his human. Not a lap cat but was always near me when he could be, I carried him around like a baby or over my shoulder. He never really played with a lot of toys but he loved milk rings and just rings off just about any kind of jug. He had a box with a bunch of caps, lids, small balls and little mice in it. When he wanted to play he'd go to his box, when he wasn't laying in it, and take out what he wanted to play with. You would see him batting and throwing it all over the room playing with it. My God it was so cute to watch. He absolutely loved anything that crinkled. Absolutely loved crinkle. He could hear it from a mile away and just had to lay on it. He was diagnosed with a heart issue earlier last year. Over the summer I think. He had already had a few masses removed from his mammary glands and had started to have another one and was scheduled to have another on removed.  His vet told us that he was afraid to do the surgery because he had a very irregular heartbeat. He recommended taking him to a cardiologist. Saw her like he recommended and gave a big technical term about what was wrong with him. The walls of his heart were hard and it was not pumping properly and was told to let him be the one to decide how he plays, etc. He went back to his original vet one more time. He said how bad his irregular heartbeat was and said it was apple shaped. He never stopped being my sweet boy and he never showed pain and always purred like crazy. Then we came home late from work on November 5 last year. Everything seemed fine. All the sudden he got up to walk across the room and I noticed he was walking funny, staggering. My heart dropped. He sat down and looked at me like he didn't know what was happening. Deep in my heart I knew what was going to happen. I was about to loose my baby. We rushed him to the nearby Emergency vet office and even before the really diagnosed what was wrong I already knew. He too was having a saddle thrombosis issue like his brother had had 6 years earlier. I watched him all the way through him being fine to his feet going cold from the clot and seeing him being paralyzed by it. The diagnosis was confirmed and the choice was made. He would have to be put down. My sister, who was still in the car, covid rules, came in and she got to say her goodbye but I decided to stay longer. She explained the process, I stayed as long as I could. I stayed til the euphoric part, where he went limp. I couldn't stay to see them stop his heart. Mine was already breaking. The whole process took a bit less than 2 hours. He went from just fine to gone. I have never loved a cat more than I did him. I thought my heart had broken that night because I nearly collapsed when we got home. Been almost 5 months and I am bawling as I write this. He was the best cat to date and I still miss him so very much. We have adopted again but he is no where near Arthur and his personality is completely different. He is one I will never forget and can't wait til we meet again with all the others before and after him. My sweet Arthur! I love you with all my heart and still miss you so very much!