Logan did not want to leave us. He loved our apartment and everything in it. Logan was my little shadow. He would get up and follow me if I left the room, even if I… More
I had this post scheduled long before I even knew Logan was sick…But I will leave it here and come back to my Logan eulogy tomorrow. Thank you all for your comments…I read all of them if I don’t always respond. Just know that Björn and I are grateful for all of you.)
Tomorrow is the second anniversary of Björn’s and my wedding. Last year, Emma drew this picture of what she thought our wedding looked like. Okay…Jacoby wasn’t there, and my hair isn’t that long…but otherwise it’s pretty accurate!
This is what we really looked like. See? Pretty close, right?
Vide. It means “pussywillow” in Swedish and “empty” in French. Ironically appropriate.
Also appropriate: the British meaning of the word “gutted” for this feeling I have right now.
I called the vet on Tuesday, and the first appointment available was Friday. We took it.
Logan was thin, but he didn’t look sick.
He definitely didn’t have the swollen, fluid-filled belly.
Logan needed an ultrasound of his belly, but there was another patient in that room, so we had to wait.
We finally went in. I don’t have any photos of him getting his ultrasound because I was busy helping to hold him.
After the ultrasound, they took samples of Logan’s blood for testing.
He did not like that.
Although I think he was more upset about having to have a bandage on his arm than the actual blood draw.
“Can we please go home now, mom?”
And when we did, all we could do was wait for the test results. It was a very long weekend.
Logan joined StarClan yesterday around 17:20 in Jönköping. Alfred and I were with him at the end. He was killed by FIP, ten years after my first Abyssinian, Gun-Hee, was murdered by the same virus. Ten years of research, and we still lose our cats to this horrible disease.
I have a lot to process (and not just photos)…but I will tell the whole story over the next few days. But to summarise, after the judge at the Winners Show said she thought Logan was thin, I weighed him as soon as we got home. And yes, Logan had lost weight since the last time he’d been weighed (I weigh all the cats every other week, when I clip claws), so I took him to our vet here in Skövde. I called on Tuesday, and the first appointment we could get was on Friday. They ran blood tests, but we didn’t get any results until very late Monday night, and the rest of the results came in Tuesday afternoon. They said he needed to go to the nearest big animal hospital, which is in Jönköping, an hour train ride from Skövde. So on Wednesday, Logan was admitted for more tests, feeding and hydration, and a possible biopsy. For a while, we thought it might not be FIP, since he had enlarged lymph nodes and anemia, and didn’t show the classic signs of FIP, like the swollen belly that Gun-Hee had. But on Friday the 13th, after they opened his abdomen up to surgically biopsy his mesenteric lymph nodes, they found the tell-tale fluid in his abdomen. It was a gelly rather than free fluid, which is why is wasn’t so obviously FIP.
So on Saturday, Freddy and I took the train to Jönköping to say goodbye to our friend. The vet tech (whose name I sadly did not get) brought him into the room and Freddy went right over to him.
Then I got to hold him. I wore my Porg shirt because they always remind me of Logan.
He didn’t like being held on his back, so I turned him over and Freddy was back to check on him.
Freddy went back into the carrier, and the sweetest thing happened. Logan started squirming in my hands. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but the tech exclaimed, “Oh! He wants to go into the carrier with Freddy!” And he did. I made a short video of the two of them (click the above image to view); Freddy hissed a little at Logan’s funny smell, but they cuddled together like they always have.
Up until that moment, I thought I brought Freddy to say goodbye to help Freddy deal with the loss of his Brother From Another Mother. But bringing Freddy was as much – if not more – for Logan.
Turn up the volume…Logan was so happy to see Freddy and me he was purring! (Click image to play.) The tech was called away for an emergency, so we had a little more time together. Logan was so tired, though.
Finally, the tech returned and the sedation and final injection process began. We stayed with him until they confirmed he was really gone.
My heart has joined The Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today.
Goodbye, my little dollbaby. May StarClan light your path. May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep. There will soon be a new star in the night sky.
SE*Melur Vide “Logan” – 9 March 2017-14 April 2018
Today is Jacoby’s 9th birthday.
We celebrated with the usual Poesie cat food cake.
I barely got the candle lit before he started eating.
I know we all learned from Jungle Book that cats are afraid of fire..
…but that is apparently not the case when there is meat attached to that fire.
I hope he didn’t singe too many whiskers.
I had to blow out his candle, he was so eager to eat.
Um, Jake? You don’t need to open your mouth THAT wide…
Angel came to share some cat food cake.
Apparently the way-too-wide-open eating mouth thing is a general Aby trait. Chill, Angel. It’s just food.
Finally Alfred joined the party.
My three Abys, ladies and gentlemen…foodaholics!
We just spent a couple of weeks talking about Freddy before he came to live with us…so now it’s Logan’s turn. Logan was an adorable kitten. Aby kittens always look like miniature adults…Singa kittens just look…like this:
Cute…but different. And even at seven weeks, the Singapura Stink-Eye™
He was such a cute kitten.
Logan and his sister Iris at 11 weeks old.
Logan playing with his mother Naina’s tail.
You can see why Lisa named him Vide…Pussywillow in Swedish. My little pussywillow…
Ever since we moved to Sweden, Angel has been blossoming. Always the low cat on the totem pole with Tessie and Kylie back in Boston, she was bullied and hid…a lot. She didn’t do herself any favours by, as Jackson Galaxy says, “acting like prey” when they went after her…which only made them bully her more. She is stronger than either of them; she could have easily kicked both their tails. But she never did.
Cats tend to be matriarchal, with the oldest female being the dominant cat. Moving away from Kylie and Tessie made Angel the second oldest cat in the household. Pyret was the oldest…but Angel, with her history of being bullied, she wasn’t about to challenge the queen.
And now that Pyret has left us, Angel is top cat. And she’s still getting used to that. So every time she walks through the middle of a roon, every time she plays in the sun, every time she acts like a normal, pushy Aby…it’s wonderful. Like the other day, when she owned this bed usually slept in by Pyret, or the boys. When the sun is just right, the light is wonderful.
After the camera distracts her, she goes back to grooming…
“Are you STILL taking my picture?
Something flew by outside, catching her attention mid-tongue.
She may only have one eye, but her vision is 20/.
Visions of sugarbirds dancing in her head, no doubt.
Every day she is just a little more…Abyssinian.
That IKEA cat bed is very popular. Logan and Alfred are very politely waiting their turn (although if Freddy weren’t there, Logan would go and “share” the bed with Angel).