I'm sitting on my porch/patio missing my cat. She probably had GI lymphoma, and I was looking into treatments that might have kept her around for a while, but she took a sudden turn for the worse on Wednesday night, and when I took her to the vet the next day I knew it was probably her last ride. She'd been OK until Wednesday morning, but suddenly something had gone very wrong.
I would have done just about anything to keep her around a bit longer, and I had an appointment with a feline oncologist for Monday morning, but after a last ultrasound and an examination of the fluid in her abdomen it became clear that she had reached the end of what one small cat could be asked to put up with. I spent twenty minutes saying goodbye to her, and then we proceeded. Wow, it was fast.
Orange Person was the sweetest cat I've ever known, and I've known a few. Everyone who met her wanted her (it's generally difficult to find a home for an adult cat, but I had to tell people that they couldn't take her. She'd meet someone new and jump into their arms, put her paws around their neck, and they would want to take her home.) For nine years, no matter how I slept or who I slept with, she slept on top of me. She was like a lumberjack in a log-rolling contest- I'd roll in my sleep and she'd adjust so she stayed sitting on me, all night, every night. I'm going to miss her.
I would have done just about anything to keep her around a bit longer, and I had an appointment with a feline oncologist for Monday morning, but after a last ultrasound and an examination of the fluid in her abdomen it became clear that she had reached the end of what one small cat could be asked to put up with. I spent twenty minutes saying goodbye to her, and then we proceeded. Wow, it was fast.
Orange Person was the sweetest cat I've ever known, and I've known a few. Everyone who met her wanted her (it's generally difficult to find a home for an adult cat, but I had to tell people that they couldn't take her. She'd meet someone new and jump into their arms, put her paws around their neck, and they would want to take her home.) For nine years, no matter how I slept or who I slept with, she slept on top of me. She was like a lumberjack in a log-rolling contest- I'd roll in my sleep and she'd adjust so she stayed sitting on me, all night, every night. I'm going to miss her.