(Above, Timmy rolls around looking for a belly scratch this summer.)
Sad day at the farm.
For the past week… We have been lamenting the loss of a Timmy. He just disappeared! We went through the normal routines. The kids wandered all over the barns and around the fields looking for him.
We figured he hit the road. A few weeks ago, we had him fixed with hopes he would stay around… But you never really OWN a cat. They tell you how things are gonna work.
This morning, Ang ran into the house after feeding the horses. She said Timmy was back, but looked like he was hurt. I went out and looked him over. He was not moving very well, and looked like he would rather not move at all. I ran inside, grabbed a box and a blanket to put him on. I checked him over quickly to see if he was injured. I set him on his legs and it looked like he was just weak in the hindquarters.
So, we figured he might just be injured and in need of some rest.
It was worse than that. I checked him a few times during the day. he was still howling off and on… But he was purring as well. You could see that he was happy to be home after whatever trauma got him. Later during the day I noticed a wormy thing in his hair… That’s not a good sign!!!
I took him outside and tried to clean him up to see how bad it was. It was bad. Something must have attacked him. He was all chewed up and infected under his hind quarters. We called the vet after I got into it. I realized I had no clue what to do with this. By the time I followed orders and got everything cleaned… I could see that he did not have long.
He passed shortly after.
In all my years of having barn cats… This was the hardest and worst one to deal with. I felt like a WWI battlefield surgeon just trying to comfort my dying patient. It was rough.
Ang is bummed. Summer told me she might have nightmares tonight about it.
I think our weekend ended on a bad note!