Hump Day: Here’s hoping loveable Casey sticks around for a long time yet!

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By Brian Cormier
Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2015
Moncton Times & Transcript

It was more than 11 years ago in April 2004 that my son and I took a trip over to the Greater Moncton SPCA to adopt a friend for Cindy, a female red tabby we’d adopted in September 2003. After six months of being part of the family, we thought she’d like a friend.

After looking at a number of cats, an SPCA worker suggested we check out a big male tabby named Razz who’d been brought in as a stray from Dominion Street in downtown Moncton. Razz was a big boy and, contrary to Cindy, loved to be held. My son held Razz in his arms for a few minutes and immediately asked if we could adopt him. His cool and calm demeanour won me over. He certainly was a friendly guy!

Upon arrival at the house, Razz was renamed Charlie for about 24 hours and then we settled on ‍Casey. So, ‍Casey it was! He eventually won over the very bossy Cindy, who quickly established herself as the queen of the house. ‍Casey was definitely one pedestal below her in the cat caste system which Cindy lorded over. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He was too easygoing to cause much of a fuss.

Throughout the years, it became clear that ‍Casey was more like a friendly dog. When visitors arrived, ‍Casey would plunk himself down right next to them or even on their lap, demanding to be petted. Meanwhile, Cindy either remained under the covers of my bed snoozing away, or she approached the new visitors with caution – never paying much attention to them. ‍Casey was another story, he was Mr. Personality and chairman of the welcoming committee.

Like most pets, ‍Casey had an issue or two throughout the years. A vet bill here. A vet bill there. He was always a big cat, but after switching foods, he began losing weight. He could have starred in his own weight-loss commercial. When I brought him to the vet, I was quite impressed with myself that he was now slim. The vet wasn’t so positive, though, and suggested a blood test.


Well, it turned out that ‍Casey had thyroid issues and would have to be switched over to special thyroid food. He was losing weight because he was sick, not because of the food I had him on. Darn! His food got switched and he packed on the pounds again. All tests were now good. He was a bit overweight, but was healthy otherwise.

Now creeping up on 15 years of age (he was about three years old when we adopted him), ‍Casey‍’‍s appetite changed a few weeks ago. This could be caused by a number of things, including his thyroid condition. It would happen from time to time and would only last a couple of days and things would be back to normal. This time, though, it had lasted two weeks. He was barely eating.

So back to the vet we went and it was decided that he’d stay overnight for observation, blood tests and fluids. Unfortunately, his tests didn’t come back as positive this time. His thyroid was stable, but he was in the third stage of kidney failure. (There are four stages.) He was stabilized quickly and was brought up to about a stage two.

That’s the good news. But he’s still not 100 per cent yet. He’s still not eating well and I’m starting to reconcile myself to the fact that he may not be with us for much longer. What will I ever do without my television buddy who likes to sleep on my shoulder and purr in my ear? Every morning when I open my bedroom door, he immediately walks in to greet me, without fail. When I come home, he’s usually at the back door, too.

He could still be around for quite some time yet, but he’s not bouncing back like he usually does. I’m worried. He’s still purring and seems happy. He can still jump on my bed and on the sofa. But he’s not entirely himself. I can tell. Usually, he starts meowing about 30 minutes before feeding time – you know, just to make sure I don’t forget. Lately, those meows haven’t been coming.

I never thought I would like cats as much as I do. I didn’t want a second one, either, until I was talked into it by my son. But ‍Casey – man, he’s my buddy – a big, cuddly, affectionate dude who just loves everyone. I hope he sticks around for a while – like 50 years or so. I’m not sure what I’ll do without him.

2 Responses to Hump Day: Here’s hoping loveable Casey sticks around for a long time yet!

  1. Love kitties! However, I have a mighty allergy to them and when I’m around one, I end up in the hospital. Wahhhhh because I’d definitely have one myself. Friends of mine had a kitty who died at 21 years – almost 22 years old. That is old for a kitty. She died in her sleep they told me. I could only visit my friends if we were outside because of “Fluffy” (her name). However, Fluffy and I were friends. I’d make cat noises and meow and she’d answer me back. She would sit by my feet. It’s awful to be allergic to animals! Glad you aren’t. Enjoy your darling furbaby! Hugs to you!