Too Much Perfection?

My cat, Zoos, that I've blogged about before had continued to get sicker and sicker. His asthma attacks were coming more rapidly and more frequently so I made the arrangements this morning to send the wutz to my parents' and I took Zoos in to the vet to have him put to sleep. I stayed with him while my favorite vet told me I was doing the right thing and then he helped Zoos peacefully drift off.

It was a terrible decision to make. One I don't regret, but I am sad I had to make it. But it was better than him suffering over and over each time he suffered one of the asthma attacks.

I'm trying to happily remember the big fat cat that was given to me by DH as my wedding present. Zoos never wanted to be the center of attention and never even wanted to sit on a lap, but was quite content with a head rub or a light scratch behind the ears. The big blue eyes of that beautiful blue point as he would always follow me into the guest bathroom and use that as the only time he ever demanded attention.

He never complained, he never fought, he was never aggressive. Such a sweet sweet boy. My biggest regret is that I cannot find a photo of him. I know I have to have some from when he was younger, but several computer malfunctions later and I just cannot seem to dig any up. So I'm not posting a photo for that reason. I hate that I can't find one.

He's going to be missed.

Rest in peace, my sweet Zoos.