Well, the last gasp of hope for Orson’s condition has been… breathed? Chronic renal failure it is. A slow decline has commenced–whether mine or his is hard to determine.
I don’t get so attached to fish. Or cars. I should keep cars as pets.
Well, the last gasp of hope for Orson’s condition has been… breathed? Chronic renal failure it is. A slow decline has commenced–whether mine or his is hard to determine.
I don’t get so attached to fish. Or cars. I should keep cars as pets.
I’m so sorry.
Thanks, Howard. Tomorrow is another day, and I’ll be more positive. Today, I guess I just need to vent. Stupid lovable cat.
That sucks in a major major way. Sorry for you both.
Thanks, Nic.
Well, he’s got new food and that makes him all happy, so that part’s good. Kitty bribes.
Independence Day 2005. (Bahamian independence, y’all — six days later than US)
My husband’s cat, who has been visibly ailing for some weeks, and who we didn’t take to the vet because we knew that she was on her way out (she was 17) and the last cat we took to the vet was so freaked out that he died of heart failure. I kid you not. He was 2. We still don’t know why he had it, whether it was something he ate, like a poisoned rat that weakened his heart, or something congenital, but the minute we saw him having shortness of breath and weaknes we bundled him into the car and drove him to the animal hospital, where he died. So. We didn’t take her to the vet, because she’s a cat and she’s never been that far from my husband, except when we lived abroad for 3 years, during which time she disappeared. She came back when she heard he was back.
Anyway, (our cats live outside on our porch, it’s warm enough, and we have a cat-eating dog inside) she came up to the front door and looked at us. The effort it took for her to get from her bed on the porch chair to the door had her panting and wheezing and she just lay looking in the screen door. We put the cat-eater outside and opened the door for her to come in. I didn’t want to pick her up because she was so frail and weak and I didn’t want to shock her. She couldn’t make it past the door itself and lay on the doorstep. Finally Hubby comes along with a towel and takes her into his study where he is, and she lay on the towel behind his chair, where she was happy.
We had to go out that night; both our jobs require that when we work we work on major public holidays.
We knew. When we left, she was very weak, able to lift her head but only just; when we got back at 1 a.m., she was gone.
We spent the next two hours digging her grave in our front yard. I held the light. He dug the grave.
You have all of my thoughts and sympathies, Julie.
In the past year, we’ve lost two pets — a 17 year old dog, and an 18 year old cat.
How can you NOT get attached to an animal that is so loving? They become like your own children.
(((Julie)))
Oh that totally sucks. I’m so sorry to heart it!! 🙁