We acquired Mystyk from our neighbors. We had been looking for an adult playmate for Axl. He was owned by a couple who had separated and the daughter left dum dum (later Mystyk) with her mom until she could find a new home. Well her moms cat and Dum Dum did not get along. She would leave one locked in a room, while the other one runs around, then cycle them out. Well the mom decided, it was unfair to her cat, she was going to take dum dum to the pound. I decided to give him a trial run. I said 5 days, if they are not kosher he goes. Well 3 days in and we decided to keep him. Changing his name to mystyk.
Mystyk got his name because he was basically a mystery to us. When he was younger he suckled. Would kneed and suck whatever cloth was closests. Everytime Dave opened his room door Mystyk would appear in the room. Waiting for him to sit down so he could get on his lap. He loved licking people's heads. Especially my dad's head. If your shoes smelled like cat he would fall on your shoes and mark the hell out of them. Everyone who entered our house was greeted by Mystyk. When Rilee was born. He immediately took to him. Always layed by him and would lick his scalp. Watched over him when he slept. Would sit and stare at his bed at night. He would answer when you said his name with a meowpurr. Layed on the bed next to me every night until I fell asleep, then go to the bed on the nightstand. He never got in trouble.
Then 2 weeks ago he was laying on the floor by the back door. Rilee picked him up and he screamed. He limped back into our bedroom. I checked his leg and nails, and spine, felt nothing out of place. This went on for awhile. He stopped eatting but he was drinking and using the litterbox. He was getting better at walking. Rilee grabbed him and put him on the chaise and held him. Mystyk peed on it. We had told him repeatedly to leave him alone cause get was hurt bad. Then 4 days ago he started eatting and climbing up on the bed again. I was excited. He was still sore but recovering. Then the night before he died Rilee had grabbed him while we were out of the room. I came into the room and he took off running with Mystyk and dropped him on the floor. The cat just laid there crying. I stood him up and tried to get him to walk. He wouldn't. Eventually he got up but was shaking. Mystyk came out 1 time yesterday. But he was bad. His whole body was shaking.
The last time I saw him. He tried to walk in the kitchen but couldn't so he stopped and took a break in the scratching post. Hour later he continued into the kitchen and tried to get a drink. I noticed his head twitching, and his whole body shaking. He climbed into axl's hole. He looked as though he had had a seizure. I tried to feed him but he denied. 2 hours later he tried to walk into the bedroom. I carefully carried him and cradled him into the bedroom. I sat and pet him and kissed him before laying him on his bed. If I'd know it was my last time to see him alive I would have held him longer.
When Dave came home I told him about Mystyk. He went to check on him and found him under our bed, gone. He took me outside to tell me. I lost it. I still have not recovered. I'm not handling it well. We buried him.
