Vega woke us crying last night, unable to move his back legs. I laid next to him on the floor and comforted him until he quit crying. This morning, I took him to the vet. He was diagnosed with straddle thrombosis and the vet recommended putting him to sleep because of the extremely poor prognosis and painfulness of the condition. We did. He was 7 years old.
He was the sweetest kitty in the world, and I miss him dearly already. We we very lucky to have him in our lives.
I love you, Vega.