R.I.P. Bas

This was one of the last photos taken of Bas.  Wednesday was Bas’ last day with us.

It was 2.5 years ago that I wrote about the tumor we found in him.  We didn’t expect him to live another 2.5 years with a tumor on his pancreas and taking prednisone every day.  He got slower and more unsure on his feet as the months went on.  Finally he couldn’t be trusted to go up and down stairs (after falling down the stairs 3 times) and had to be kept on the ground floor.  He still enjoyed laying in the sun and sitting on our laps during this last very cold winter.  He had his routines, and the last one he liked was to sit on our laps, but not until we had put the white blanket on our legs to make an even more comfy spot for him.  Every morning when we came downstairs he’d walk over and cry until we put the blanket in place and he could hop up.

As with all old animals that are loved and taken care of, whether people or pets, as they get older we spend more time and money on them.  Bas had special food, vitamin shots that I gave him in his neck every few weeks, and trips to the vet more and more often when he was out of his routines.  This last week DB took him to the vet Tuesday because he wasn’t pooping very much.  The vet didn’t find anything wrong.  Then Wednesday morning we came down to find that he had thrown up in several places.  He walked calmly over to one of his sleeping beds and pissed in it.  Then walked out into the garden, laid down under a small bush, and didn’t move again.  This really was not a good sign.  At the end of the afternoon we tried to get him to walk a little but he would move a few steps and head back under the bush and lay down.  He was clearly not getting better and was laying down to die.  It was time to help him this one last time.

When I picked him up to put him in his crate he peed a little bit on my arm.  Clearly he couldn’t control himself anymore.  He wasn’t even talking and he was a really talkative guy.  We drove to the vet and she very nicely and gently put him to sleep.  We cried a lot. DB said “dooi Bas” and that just broke my heart.  He loves that cat more than anything.  Bas has been his cat for nearly 18 years.  Even when you know this day will come, it’s so hard.

We didn’t come home right away.  We went to the beach.  We ate some dinner.  When we came home we picked up his beds and blankets and litter box and took them to the garbage drop.  It would be just too terrible to see his things.  This morning when I came downstairs I swore I heard him meow.  It’s so different without him in the house.  We will miss him for a long time.

3 thoughts on “R.I.P. Bas

  1. Debbie de Geus June 2, 2012 / 01:33

    I have tears in my eyes, it sounds like you gave him the best life while he was here. My Hobbes lived to be 21 before the tumor in her jaw prevented her from eating and her age prevented her from surgery. Sending you and your family tons of hugs for your loss.

    Dooi Bas…

  2. Christopher June 2, 2012 / 10:32

    Oh Alex, I am so sorry to read this. It really brings tears to my eyes as well. While I only met Bas ‘in person’ once, I remember his cute voice and sweet personality. It is really hard to lose such a close little friend. Here’s a grote knuffel for you and DB.

  3. Abessijn June 3, 2012 / 19:02

    So sorry to hear of the death of Bas.
    You write with such love about him.
    You and DB much strength the coming time. It is hard to loose your beloved pet.
    I know!

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