He woke up at 3:30 in the morning shouting that his tooth was out. We found the tooth near his pillow and got him cleaned up while I mentioned that although it was still dark out, it was indeed morning - we may have already missed the Tooth Fairy for this particular night - because I knew I didn't have a dollar, or any cash/coins, on me. (This tooth has been wiggling & jiggling for months; I don't think any of us thought it would ever come out.)
Narls said he hoped we did miss her because he really wanted his dad (who was in New York for a couple days on business) here when she came.
Just over a month after he had an emergency surgery for a blocked urinary tract, it came back stronger and faster than before. Just two weeks prior, we took him to the vet for a follow up of the first surgery and he was in excellent health with a urine test showing not even a single crystal.
And then fourteen days later, in a matter of hours, he went from purring and playing to howling and not being able to walk.
Because of how aggressive this particular ailment seemed to be for Pumpkin, our vet said we'd be dealing with a lifetime of this. A kitty lifetime of sudden pain, blocked tracts, and stress & worry.
Our sweet boy didn't deserve that.
So with the four of us by his side, we said our goodbyes and put him down.
And good grief that was painful.
We only had him six months, but he made such an impact in our family!