He had been losing weight and we thought he might have tape worm ( we saw him eating something he killed and this is a common result) so we dosed him with medicine and waited to see what happened.
He seemed to rally on Saturday and was moving around and eating/drinking. We breathed a sigh of relief and figured we'd take him for a check up in a few days.
Sunday he had taken a sharp turn for the worse. He was limp and unresponsive. We called the emergency vet and took him right in.
They were wonderful. They told us he had a mass in his abdomen and they were going to do blood tests, xrays and other diagnostics. We asked if they were going to be able to fix him. They hemmed and hawed and finally said they didn't think so.
We opted not to put him through useless and possible painful treatment and held him as they injected the euthanasia drugs into his catheter. He kept his eyes on me and I saw the moment his spirit left his body. We brought him home and buried him next to his brother and our other cats/hamsters/guinea pigs. One day someone else will live here and wonder about all the animal bones in the yard but you outlive a lot of animals in 30 years.
We sat around and decided to watch movies. Unfortunately, we chose Independence Day (Will Smith) and forgot how emotional parts of it are. I sobbed through most of it. We watched cartoons after dinner. Much better choice.
Hobbes' tumor must have been a fast growing thing because a few weeks ago, he was fine. He was not a lovey cat. He was fiercely independent and tolerated us for our opposable thumbs. I think he would have been way happier if he had been able to grow some himself.
Our favorite game was the "look at me Hobbes" game. Someone would hold him and try to make him make eye contact. It wasn't easy and Hobbes usually won.
He was an ornery, pain in the ass, bad boy. And we loved him all the more for it (we do love our bad boys don't we?) He will be remembered and missed forever.
Good bye Hobbers.