He had a urethral tear and we took him to surgery with the hopes that it could be repaired. It was too deep. Inoperable. He was euthanized on the table.
I've yet to tell my kids. Their hearts will be broken. Yet again. Being the child of a veterinarian, if nothing else, teaches the frailty of life. Tonight we will have a talk. We will talk about life and death. About planning for the future but living in the moment. About being willing to love even if it means sadness and pain. And we will talk about going to the humane society to get another kitten.
I am responsible for this fiasco and really should have known better. Usually I'm pretty good at hardening my heart. But every once in a while there is a crack and some creature sneaks in. That was Oliver. Such a good kitty and I am sad to see him go.
And if anyone has the letter "S" sitting around the house you may send it my way. S is for sucker and I need to update my wardrobe. Dagnamit. What a world. What a world...