So, now I’m feeling the guilt. Because why didn’t I see that Sebastian was so bad? Why didn’t I catch it in time to do something about it?
And I’ve come to the conclusion because Sebastian hadn’t been here long enough for me to gauge his progress. The first month was spent in hiding in the garage. Then there were a couple of months that he stayed in the garage next to Miss Elizabeth. And then he started to stay in the house. He’s only been here since July.
When Brian and I were talking about it this morning, we think he was already on the downhill side of his life when he came here. He’s always smelled odd. Well, that came from his saliva when he’d clean himself. And he had very bad breath. From the day he arrived.
We knew his immune system was compromised because of the herpes in his eye.
When he quit eating kibble in the garage a week or so ago, I thought that was a little strange. I still would carry him into the bathroom for some private soft food, where he could eat without the four footed furry vultures that show up when they smell soft food. Last week, he didn’t even want to do that so I started giving him food on the sofa and I’d sit with him, pushing the vultures away so he could eat as much as he wanted. Saturday, he was outside and eating grass down by the pool.
I just didn’t see it coming.
One of the things he’d do when he was feeling better, was if he was on the back of the sofa or loveseat and one of us sat down in front of him, he’d start biting our heads. One of the ways he showed affection.
I wish he’d been here longer, I wish I’d been able to do more for him. I felt so badly for him when his owner left him behind. We loved him and treated him like he’d always been ours.
He was a pretty neat cat.
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