Yesterday, at about 4:37 pm Mountain Time, we had to say goodbye to our boy Hex. We estimate he was about 17 and was diagnosed with an aggressive, rare form of cancer and didn’t respond effectively to treatment. Thanks to the staff at the CSU Vet Hospital who did everything they could.
My wife and I got him when we moved to Boston together from Stray Pets in Need of Massachusetts (SPIN) at their shelter in Natick. When we adopted him we estimate he was about 6 years old. We don’t know much about his early years but he was owned before and his name was Rascal. We don’t know how he ended up in a shelter but we suspect he was born somewhere near Boston Logan Airport. He had been at the shelter for months when we saw him and seemed so depressed that no one had adopted him. When we took him home he developed a huge personality. He loved yowling and racing around the house at odd hours, climbing up high, and chewing on plastic bags. He never looked his age until the very end. We got him a little brother in Bilbo, who idolized him, and he moved all the way across country with us. He was even patient with our toddler.
Goodbye, handsome boy. Thanks for 11 years. You were a good friend. We’ll miss you.