Haz-Matt Mason,





Sigh, more loss, more pain. Haz-Matt, or fondly called Matthew, passed traumatically in the night. He was only four years old.





We awoke to a horrible painful meow, to find him lying on the floor next to our bed, unable to move his back legs. I started to check him out and DH started making frantic phone calls to 24 hour vet hospitals in the area. Our poor Madeline crying and not understanding what was happening at 2:00am, and why mommy was so upset.





We fortunately live three minutes from a 24 hour surgical hospital, and rushed him there. After just a fiew moments, we learned that he had a heart problem and had thrown multiple clots, one to his legs, and one to his lung. Nothing we could do. I held him and stroked him as we said goodby. It ranks up there with the most painful emotional things I have ever done.



Haz-Matt was special to me, my rambuncious boy. Always looking for love, and causing trouble. He came into my life when life was falling apart around me. As I lost my first pregnancy, Matt showed up, all 4 weeks old, and suffering. He was a stray kitten who had downed enough rat poison to turn him blue! Somehow he survived after tons of vitamin K shots, and lots of love. He was always with me, sleeping with me, and never left my side. When madeline was born, he would be there, right next to her, looking after her ever chance he got. Seems like in the early days, any picture of her would have him in it. Matthew was Madelines first recognizable word.

When Maddie and I packed up to move to NH, Matt came with us ahead of my DH, and the rest of our furry family. He was there for me, to greet me every night.

When we were flooded out of our apartment, he spent days in the Hampton Inn with us, and left in a pillowcase! Boy did the receptionist not know what to say to the squirming pillow case as i told her to bill it to our room!


Sigh, life is lonely without you my guy. Always in our hearts.