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Rest in peace little fighter. At age 8 today we had to put down Shaddai. The last week it was rapidly going downwards with him. And it was getting clear that he was loosing the fight this time
He had only 34°C which is very low and was apathetic the last 2 days and vomiting each day for the last 2 weeks.

When he was a kitten he poisoned himself, and nearly died from that. He managed to survive against all odds, but at a cost, he was never again back to the full temperament and health Burmese usually have.
He was special, he was very cuddly, attached to his family, loved to sleep under my pullover, or with us in bed under the blanket. He was a adorer of warmth and loved to sleep on the heaters or beside the kitchen stove, being so hot at times, you thought you could fry eggs on him.

He never went outside without us, but enjoyed visiting the garden with us when it was warm and sunny. He loved to sit on the balcony or in the tree on the board which reaches over to our balcony, but never went down. The balcony was freedom enough for him. You could do anything with him, as long as he was the centre of attention. He was immensely patient, and sweet tempered. With a HUGE voice for such a little cat Burmese are very vocal cats.

Even our vet said that he was the jewel, the sapphire amongst "her" cats. She said she never had seen such a special cat and even she cried when we had to give him the final injection. I had seen her before when she had to put down our 13 year old dog to free her from the suffering of her dying heart, and she was a little sad, so I know Shaddai touched more hearts than just the ones in our family.

Description
Rest in peace little fighter. At age 8 today we had to put down Shaddai. The last week it was rapidly going downwards with him. And it was getting clear that he was loosing the fight this time
He had only 34°C which is very low and was apathetic the last 2 days and vomiting each day for the last 2 weeks.

When he was a kitten he poisoned himself, and nearly died from that. He managed to survive against all odds, but at a cost, he was never again back to the full temperament and health Burmese usually have.
He was special, he was very cuddly, attached to his family, loved to sleep under my pullover, or with us in bed under the blanket. He was a adorer of warmth and loved to sleep on the heaters or beside the kitchen stove, being so hot at times, you thought you could fry eggs on him.

He never went outside without us, but enjoyed visiting the garden with us when it was warm and sunny. He loved to sit on the balcony or in the tree on the board which reaches over to our balcony, but never went down. The balcony was freedom enough for him. You could do anything with him, as long as he was the centre of attention. He was immensely patient, and sweet tempered. With a HUGE voice for such a little cat Burmese are very vocal cats.

Even our vet said that he was the jewel, the sapphire amongst "her" cats. She said she never had seen such a special cat and even she cried when we had to give him the final injection. I had seen her before when she had to put down our 13 year old dog to free her from the suffering of her dying heart, and she was a little sad, so I know Shaddai touched more hearts than just the ones in our family.