Sadly we have to announce the passing of our old boy Alfie, our not quite 21 year old surgery tomcat.
Most of our clients would have noticed Alfie, who was black and white, at our surgery during at least one of their visits.
Alfie had been living his “retirement years” at the surgery since his arthritis had made it hard for him to climb the flight of stairs to my apartment and he decided he was more comfortable to stay and sleep at the surgery.
Alfie came to us as a rescue cat in the summer of 1994. He had been found by the local RSPCA inspector with minor injuries from a suspected RTA and was brought into our surgery for treatment.
Luckily he recovered very nicely and I soon got very attached to Alfie while looking after him.
At the time I was a very young assistant vet working for Bill McNish my predecessor.
I soon started smuggling Alfie into my assistant-flat after work and week-ends. Luckily it turned out that Bill had a soft spot for black & white tomcats and it really wasn’t so hard to persuade him to allow me to keep Alfie officially.
Alfie quickly settled into his new environment and was soon regularly spotted all over the neighbourhood and also in the surgery for rest and recuperation. Luckily he also developed a good traffic sense and never tried to cross Wigan Lane. He did however like to occasionally sunbathe in the middle of Springfield Street. Many a time his collar was returned after neighbours found it, usually at the back of the local bowling-green after some nightly escapades.
In later life Alfie (like many older cats) developed hyperthyroidism. Again he bounced back well after surgery and later did well for several years on medication.
But Last Tuesday he suddenly started to look a little confused, disorientated and unhappy. During that next night he deteriorated rapidly. By Wednesday morning he was very distressed and he did not manage to recognize anybody anymore. I suspect he must have suffered a major stroke or brain bleed. In short he really wasn’t “Our Alfie” anymore and I had to reluctantly decide to relieve his suffering.
Alfie now rests in a lovely shaded spot in my (he always seemed to think it was his) garden.
A spot he liked to sit in, while contemplating “his” garden around him.
On behalf of Alfie I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all our dedicated nurses and support staff who all helped to make his retirement years a truly “Golden” period for him.
We shall all miss his company and antics.