MAC EVANS aka "BABY MACKIE", 1995-2009
Mac is still with us tonight as I write this. By the time you read it, he may well be gone. He and I will be making his last visit to the veterinarian either tomorrow or Thursday this week.
Mac's body is shutting down. He is unable to do much now but sleep or sit motionless. He drinks a little bit of water, and he doesn't eat much at all. He appears to be having trouble eliminating, possibly because there really isn't much in there to eliminate. The problem is his hyperactive thyroid, and he has anemia now too. Add in his old age, and there isn't really any hope of him getting better. There is nothing else I can do for Mac at this point but the right thing, which is to help ease his passage.
Losing Bonnie to old age last year was difficult; we had her for 15 years. Losing Zeke in April to kidney failure was awful too, because he was so young and it was so unexpected. But losing Mac may be the hardest of all for me to handle. He is one of my favorite pets of all time, one of those I have most enjoyed throughout my life. As with all the animals who find their ways into our home and our hearts, Mac has been more than a pet; he has been a beloved friend for 14 years.
Mac is unable to respond to his name or to "kitty kitty" any more. But he still responds to a gentle touch, and I can still discern a faint purr here and there.
Mac, if there's such a place as Rainbow Bridge, I hope to someday come and cross that bridge with you, Bonnie, Zeke, and all the other animal friends I have known and loved throughout my years.
Doing the right thing for Mac is noble, and it is easy. The hard part is letting go.
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."