On Tuesday October 13th, we lost our Burmese cat Jasper to lung disease. He was 7.5 years old. It was all so sudden that we were not prepared to say goodbye. It was all so unreal. In the morning he was breathing fast and we thought he was having some trouble with a hairball so we gave him his regular wet food and then some hairball chews and he hadn’t forgotten his tricks: turn, sit pretty, shake a paw and high five!
Then after he jumped on Dami, he seemed to be worse and we could see his abdomen inflate and deflate as he was breathing fast. It didn’t seem normal. Jasper had a scared and worried look on his face so at 2 PM we decided to bring him to Coverdale Vet Hospital. They took X-Rays and it showed a lot of liquid in his lungs. We had to leave him there in observation. I kissed him while he was in the technician’s arms and we went home, a little worried but not too much as we knew he was in good hands.
We got a call from the hospital at 6 and were told he wasn’t responding well to the injections to clear the liquid in the lungs and he would need to stay overnight with a dedicated technician to look after him. Then, a little before 8 O’clock, they called again to tell us he was in grave state; as he had trouble getting air in his lungs, he panicked, jumped all over cage and lost consciousness. They kept him alive with the breathing tube, massaging his heart, keeping his pulse but he didn’t have the energy to breathe on his own. As we arrived, we were explained what was going on and it was a very tragic moment for everybody. We all fought back our tears. More X-Rays showed that liquid continued to fill the lungs fast even after the injections. There was blood in the breathing tube and Jasper was already gone. He had lost the light in his eyes, his tongue was blue and his bladder emptied itself. After all this work to keep him alive we had to let him go with an injection, to stop his heart this time.
Our hearts are since so heavy and the house feels so empty without Jasper. Alaska, his half-sister, is now all alone. She looks for him and then I tell her he’s gone, and that he won’t be coming back. She sees us cry from time to time, we seem to take turns Dami and I but sometimes we cry together. She is such a smart cat that I now she understands what is going on. Ever more so today as she was watching me do a complete clean-up of the litter boxes, keeping only one, putting the second one in storage and removing one food bowl. With Jasper gone, we get double the affection and she hops in our arms more than ever.
Jasper left us so soon. He won’t be there with his red bow tie to greet the kids in two weeks on Halloween night; he loved it so much! The children always had compliments for him; he was such a handsome cat. Maybe he’ll come back as a friendly ghost and wag his tail on the kid’s noses and purr in their ears…
Just like any pet owner, we gave Jasper lots of names. Sometimes he was JJ, Jasper Jones, Jujubes, Sweet Lips, Little Brownie, Little Monkey, Bébé brun, Bébé loup. I sang him so many songs, originals too! How fortunate both of us were.
As we are mourning, we were thinking of adopting a couple of Burmese kittens! It would be so nice to see how Alaska would react if she saw two kittens! She has such a great maternal instinct we’re sure she would love them. But then, we went to the Moncton SPCA and fell in love with a couple of white cats and hope to be able to have them with us in the next few days. For those cats it will be like winning the biggest Lotto Max ever! They are in for quite a treat! To be continued…