Sleep well, Hamlet
I'm so sorry to have to write this post, but our beloved Hamlet passed away today. He turned nine in September, and as he's always been very healthy, we were expecting to have him with us for many more years. I hadn't really noticed anything wrong - except that he had been throwing up more than the usual hairballs, for a few days.
Late last night, he started to wobble. We immediately took him to the animal hospital, where he was also showing signs of liver failure. They took him in, and this morning, did an ultrasound. It showed something in the liver - they couldn't say for sure, but it was quite possibly a tumor. At this time, he couldn't support himself at all, and was just laying down. Needless to say, we decided to let him go straight away, and not put him through any more tests. It was clearly the right thing.
So. Heaven has another kitty tonight. I know Hamlet is meeting his girlfriend Ywette again, their daugther Edith, and many other beloved pets. And I bet he'll get all the shrimp and smoked ham he could ever want.
Hamlet was always the first - and usually the only - cat to greet us and all visitors at the door. That was clearly his job.
He adored Per, and was really his cat much more than mine.
Goodnight Hamlet. We love you.