Hi, this is going to be a rather emotional post but I don't want it to be a sad one. We have made the decision to put Sabah down today. He has had slight diarrhoea and this morning I could see some blood in it which is a sure sign his intestines/bowel are in strife. We could take him to the vet for antibiotics and anti-inflammatories etc but the BEST thing for HIM is to let him go. We had an appointment for the vet to come here next Wednesday to put him to sleep but I just can't bear to think of him suffering for that extra week. We know he has cancer and that it is spreading so it's not fair to him, no matter how hard it is for us to do this.
Sabah is an incredibly special cat for many reasons. Firstly he grew up on the streets of Singapore before we got him at the age of around four months from the Society for the Protection of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA). We remember asking if we could get him out of the cage - ''only if you are serious about wanting him'' was the answer. We said yes (even though we weren't really sure) and the minute John held him Sabah cuddled up under his chin. That was it, we were sold.
He started life with us in our apartment above Boat Quay which was pretty tiny. I remember one day I had the windows open out over the streets. We were on the 13th floor (lucky 13!!) and there were a couple of window boxes out there too. My heart jumped into my throat when I realised little Sabah (who was all racing car legs, big eyes and big ears) was standing on the outer edge of one of the window boxes. Crikey! Needless to say I coaxed him back in VERY quickly and that was the last time I opened the windows (it was way too hot anyway, what was I thinking!). I used to take him down to the 4th floor (I think it was) in the lift on a halter so he'd know what grass was.
We moved to a big house with a large garden soon after that and at first we let Sabah out and about, even though we knew there were possibly pythons etc in the large drains that bordered our property. Needless to say I ALWAYS made sure he was in at night, and have to this day because I know that's when most cats have fights, go missing etc. We were in Singapore when SARS was happening and one of our neighbours had a couple of her cats stolen, only to find them in a cage at the bottom of one of their Chinese neighbours, starving to death. That was it for me, that was the last time we let him out in Singapore so he became a very happy indoor cat for just over a year. John was travelling a lot and he was my constant companion.
His next big adventure was flying from Singapore to Wellington in August 2004 where he stayed in a cattery (my favourite one) for four weeks before joining us here in early September. I was stunned and very happy that he didn't need to be quarantined at all! I can only imagine what went through his mind when he saw his 5 acres of land!!! Crikey!
In late 2005 (I think) he was diagnosed with inflammatory bowel disease. He looked really healthy so the vet was loathe to operate but he had been vomiting a lot and was very dehydrated plus she could see and feel a blockage in his intestines. I told her just to do it and when she phoned me afterwards she told me around 8 things that she found, the main one being 8cm of intestine that was inflamed and ''bubbly'' - no wonder he'd been so ill. His spleen was also non-existent so he'd been kicked at some stage in his very young life. I can't remember what else she found. He was put on a special diet with hydrolysed protein because his body couldn't process real protein.
Over the past few years he's had occasional flare-ups (when he's eaten a bird or a rabbit!!!) but apart from that he's been a very happy, delightful boy. He has caused me anxiety when he's been very sick and has not come in at night but that's just because I love him so much.
One of the most delightful things to watch is Sabah and John playing ''Mr Sock''. This game started one morning in Singapore when John was sitting on the bed putting on his socks. I think Sabah grabbed at one so John put it on his hand and did the ''puppetry'' thing with it. Sabah never failed to join in - diving at John's hand making fighting noises. He used to kick the stuffing out of that sock, so much so that John had to start wearing two! Just gorgeous!
Sabah honey, you have given us such joy, laughter and fun. You've been my companion for the last nine years and I'll miss calling you to follow me down to the kitchen garden and playing chase, plus hide and seek behind trees. We'll miss you asking for a drink from the sink in the bathroom and watching your tiny tail going round and round like windmill while you drink.
Most of all, we'll remember you ALWAYS with total love and affection and are so thankful that you have touched our lives in such a big way. We are the lucky ones to have taken care of you. Love you Sabah honey. Rest peacefully! Big smiles straight to your heart!