Cagney: The Sorrow
28 September 2015
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My beautiful little boy Cagney has gone.
How very hard that is to take in.
How could it be? Only five years old. He was flirting just hours ago. What about Bezukhov? How will I tell his best buddy Bezukhov? No Cagney. Anymore. No… it was too much to bear.
I am not ashamed to say I wept uncontrollably. I went into the consulting room where he was, carefully cradled in a soft towel, looking so beautiful, as though he were sleeping. My heart knew what had happened but my brain could not work anything out.
Ms EHV calmly told me that the blood sample she got clearly showed that Cagney had lipaemia (fat in his blood) for some time. As he came around from the anaesthetic his heart failed. He had an underlying heart condition that we knew nothing about. Of course looking back at his symptoms, this offered an explanation. Ms EHV said there was no cure for this condition, although if the blood sample had not been taken he may have lived a few months more, though still, most probably, undiagnosed.
My Cagney has gone.
I left the vets with a heart so heavy I could barely walk. And I had to face Bezukhov & Phineas.
Cagney that last morning