Rest in peace

With a heavy heart we had to put our beloved cat Baby, short for Baby Tiger down today.

I knew something was wrong beyond the thyroid issue. We took him in Thursday and got blood work but everything was fine. But then he came home, took a massive poop and then started to blow up over the following week, eating less and less each day.
I called the doctor today thinking he was constipated or something. It turns out he had 2 massive tumors and a lot of fluid that had crushed 1 lung and was slowly crushing his heart. There was nothing we could do. It was time. The doctor offered to give him antibiotics and pain killers but he gave him less than a week and said he was in pain. As much as we wanted to hang onto him another day longer just to have him, we had to make the tough call.

Nosy!

Baby wanting to be fed. Every 2 hours, day or night. (Yes this happened in front of my computer while writing too!)
Dad and I are still struggling with the grief. That was dad's buddy, the other old man in the house. They stuck together even though they'd argue. (which was funny to watch. I'll miss it.)

He was mischievous, loved dogs more than catnip, and loved to cuddle. Most of these pictures are 1-2 years old, he faded a lot in the past year. In the past week he refused to leave dad's room more than 1-2 times a day. I had to pick him up and put him in the litterbox and coax him to go. I had to carry him out to feed him or bring food to him. He got into wanting to drink from a cup in dad's bathroom sink.

I like to remember him like this.

I know Loki and Red will miss him. Loki hasn't let me out of his sight since we got home.

Anytime dad was going somewhere he had to get into the suitcases and bags.

Loki and Baby have been buddies since Loki came home as a kitten. Loki hissed his head off at Baby. Baby wrapped the little guy (at the time) in a headlock and then bathed him until he calmed down.