On Thursday, the people at the vet's office were finally able to see what was wrong after that ultrasound, and the only options for treatment involved some drastic invasive surgery or heavy sedation and mechanically removing the blockage and hope that a diet of prescription food and medicine might buy a bit more time but success and quality of life, and for how long all far from guaranteed since that would only try to skate around the issue but wouldn't solve it. So, after discussing it with the vet and two friends that have had cats, I decided to put him to sleep. I left work, drove home to the vet's office and spent some time saying goodbye and held him as he went to sleep. I think I made the right decision, I hope I made the right decision.



The last two pictures of Vessa on my lap and presiding over the back yard from the porch steps were taken in mid-June during his last few weeks of good health. The house is so quiet now. It's hard to describe but it's hard being home with it being so alone now and I've been spending as much time out with friends to take my mind off it as I can. Thankfully I have the football season on right now for a few more weeks so that's keeping me occupied outside of work. Once that winds down, I'm probably going to ease back into things at home and maybe pick up the 141T again in a couple of weeks. I just need to take things at my own pace for now after all this.