|Marco 03/05/1995 - 10/28/2011|
I watched Marco be born on March 5, 1995. He was a cute chubby little kitten.
No one wanted him because he was so fluffy, and because he had a gray mark on his head.
As if someone dipped their finger in paint and dabbed it on his head.
My parents told me I could keep him if I wanted and I did.
Marco was my kitty, not the family cat, but mine!
He grew and was quite large.
He suited me perfectly.
We would stay in my bedroom lay on my bed and watch TV.
He layed next to me, or at my feet.
He slept on my baby pillow.
When Hurricane Ike hit and my family had to split up, Marco came with me.
He loved Fiance, but... living with him...
Marco would leave when Fiance would come in the room and come back when Fiance left.
A little jealousy I think.
In May of 2009 Marco was diagnosed with Feline Diabetes.
I thought I was losing my baby boy. The vet said it was a death sentence,
he said I needed to put him to sleep.
I cried for days, how can I lose my little man.
What did I do wrong?
How does a cat get diabetes?
Then Fiance found FelineDiabetes.com
He told me he was reading on their forum that it wasn't a death sentence.
So one early morning I sat down, and poured my heart out to them.
I was scared, and I didn't want to lose my little man.
They held my hand, they told me this wasn't a big deal. IT IS treatable.
They told me to change his diet to a low card wet food diet.
Done, it brought his numbers from almost 600 to around 200.
Holy crap! They told me to find a new vet.
Done. Then I found a specialist.
The ladies from FDMB helped me so much. They explained everything to me.
Taught me how to home test Marco's blood sugar & understand it.
Helped me changed my cats dose, because ECID (every cat is different),
helped me when I was scared and didn't want my cat to go too low.
I developed a new type of bond with Marco, and I felt I understood him more.
Fiance developed a relationship with Marco during our sugar dance.
This made my heart oh so happy.
We developed routines, and learn so much about feline health.
Marco went off of insulin, something his vets didn't think would happen.
They looked at my logs and said Marco's treatment and response to insulin was exactly
how they learned it should be in school! They had never seen that.
I let them know it was all thanks to FDMB.
Marco came with us to our new home last October,
he quickly claimed his spots in the house. Mostly the couch!
If we have guests over he wanted to know who and why people are in his spot....
He helped me put up groceries, I'd have to pull out the drawers so the fridge door wouldn't smash him.
We bought him lifted bowls so that in his old age he wouldn't have to bend down so low.
Every morning he'd wake up, and we'd have our daily conversation as I'd prepare
his breakfast bowl. Then we'd go into the guest bathroom where he would lay
on the bathmat while I would get ready for work.
Last Friday I woke up expecting to start my day as normal.
...but Marco didn't come to greet me.
He had a rough night because there was poo in the living room.
He was laying in the dining room...
I went to pet him, which would usually get him to pop up and start chatting...
he didn't get up. He didn't blink...
Then I realized he was laying in his own feces.
I woke up Fiance and told him something was really wrong.
Marco isn't getting up.
Marco's breathing was shallow and I layed my head on him, his heart rate was rapid.
My little man wasn't getting up at all and I could tell he wasn't feeling very well.
Fiance told me "honey, I think he's going"
My heart broke. I called the emergency vet clinic.
I hoped they would tell me, "oh he's just got a tummy ache" or something simple.
Instead it was, "something is very wrong here, something big, it's not his diabetes"
I spoke with the vet, told him I love my Marco but the most important thing is his quality of life.
I don't want to put him through test after test, only to PTS, or to buy him a couple miserable months.
We talked, Fiance and I thought.... and we knew Marco was ready to go.
I knew I had made the right decision when the brought Marco back to me and he was basically lifeless.
My little man... he didn't even look like the Marco I knew....
He looked so helpless, so miserable, so ready...
I couldn't let him suffer.
We helped Marco cross over at 730am 10/28/11.
We petted him, told him we loved him, and told him he'd get to be with his Mom again.
He would be pain free, diabetes free, and could run and play like a kitten again.
We covered him in his blanky, and let him know we were there as the vet pushed the
medications to put him to sleep forever.
Fly free Marco, and land softly.
I know your Mom, MK, is there with you, along with all
of your friends from Lantus Land...
Come visit me from time to time...
I miss you so much already,
until we meet again sweet boy.
Kisses, and scritches for you.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
A huge thank you to those of you who sent me tweets, DMs, texts, and emails to check on me.
You have no idea how much that meant to me!
To some, animals are just animals. For me, for us, our cats are a part of our family.
They are our furkids!