It's a sad, sad day at casa de TGOM.
I woke up this morning and noticed that the Zigster was sitting in the same spot on the living room floor as I left him when I went to bed last night. He's been kind of quiet the last couple of days and when I saw he hadn't moved, I was immediately concerned.
I nudged him to get up and go to the kitchen for breakfast, but noticed he was kind of wobbly. As he got to the food bowl he reached around as if to get an itch and then sprawled out on the floor and had some type of seizure that lasted about a minute. Afterwards, he was stiff-bodied and mostly unresponsive.
I promptly took him to the vet who admitted him for x-ray and bloodwork. About a half hour after I dropped him off I got the call. He crashed when they put the i.v. in to draw his blood and couldn't be revived.
Ziggy was adopted from the North Shore Animal League when he was just weeks old. I had just moved into my own apartment in the big city and mom was out helping me get situated. We decided that I needed a cat and off we went. While there my mom suggested several other cats, but I knew Ziggy was the one the moment I saw him. He was quite possibly one of the oddest looking cats there. His head was ginormous compared to the rest of his body, but his body eventually caught up and he grew up to be a gorgeous cat.
Ziggy lived a long, happy life and we particularly enjoyed our last month together. He was alone over the holidays and upon my return received much special treatment - a new collar and tag, more frequent canned food meals, catnip treats and lots of ice cubes. His love of ice cubes was a fairly recent, accidental discovery. I only wish I had known earlier and that he could have enjoyed many more throughout his years.
The Zigster was loved by all who knew him and will be greatly missed.