My one year anniversary

at the bridge
it seems like a year went by so fast
mom is still sad when she thinks of me
but she put my picture back up by my plaque
it had fallen down but she didnt put it back up cause she didnt wana see me everday
:(

Barbra of Here Kitty Kitty needs help

This lady saved me and most of my kitty family. along with thousands of other kitties....she had an issue with cross posting on petfinder when she posted kitties (like me) who were still in high kill shleters on her website.

Since she still hasnt sorted thing out with Petfinder. com she is very low on donations.

Two days ago she had to rush one of her new "moms" Surprise who was pulled from a high kill shelter preggo to the vet for horrible Mastitis and one of two very bad glands ruptured last night. Imagine a pimple 1000 times bigger and it pops. Similar.... the gland explodes leaves an open hole and lots of puss keeps draining. Could/might need surgery to close.

Her own cat Casanova also had to be rushed to the vet for chronic non-regentive anemia and is on epogen shots (like my I was when I first got sick). They both had to be hospitalized for two days now.

Barbra has NO FUNDING FOR THIS. anything anyone can offer would be greatly appreciated. her pay pal email is adoptapet@optonline.net or donations can be made directly to the vets office
All Creatures Veterinary Hospital
(516) 432-2946
733 W Park Ave
Long Beach, NY 11561

Yesterday for the two was over $1,200 and more tests are being run and an xray today ($145) and THEN they both might need surgery.

mommy helped, me i made a chip in widget fer her, is on my page now. please help!

how can it be

that three weeks have gone by already?
my bronzed paw print on a plaque just arrived yesterday...my print looks so tiny...even tinier when you see it next to Peanuts'
:(

Thank you

everyone...for all of you who met me at the bridge to welcome me...to those of you still here purring for me...and for all the purrs sent to mommy...shes very sad at losing me, her lil Angel Spot (she always called me that cause i was so good)

and thank you for all of my rosettes and stars and pmails, its so nice to get such support...but mom doesnt feel up to responding to everyone now so we did this diary entry instead...

and thanks to Wally for my new pic.

At 3pm today 6-27-07 spot breathed his last breath

Spot's gramma called me, his mom, at noon to tell me Spot was laying on the rug at the bottom of the basement steps not moving. So i left work and rushed home. he was laying next to his brother in a weird position which made me nervous. I was goin to come home early to feed him with a syrunge and get him to stay in the game until i picked up his new meds at 2.

I thought maybe he was suffering from malnutrition so i picked him up to feed him and he screamed. i gave him just a lil food but he wouldnt even swallow it.

so i carried him in this laundry basket they all fight to sleep in in the basement outside to see if that would perk him up like it did yesterday. so such luck, he just screamed. so i carried him in to my room and put him on the bed where he just kept flipping over from one side to the other. he couldnt even walk. i kept picking him up and holding him on my chest but he wouldnt stay he kept trying to get off and falling. then he started panting.

I decided he was goin to lay on me whether he wanted to or not and he seemed ot get comfortable. then he started drooling bloody spit on me and convulsing. i just hung on to him as best i could without squeezing and in between the gasping noises and huffs he suddenly jerked a couple of times and his bladder let go. i knew he was gone.

my poor lil bady had such a rough time and he wasnt even two yet....but at least he got to die in my arms....

Tmrw he goes to http://www.abbeyglen.com/ to be creamted like Peanuts. Now i have to pick a picture of him i want to get tattoed on me...i was goin to do Peanuts, Rudy, my angora rabbit who died 4 years ago and Grimley but they will wait now and i will do Spot first. Maybe a portrait of him on my arm....

Bad report from the vet

So the vet didnt go well last night.

My weight has gone down another pound, i am 5.15 lbs now.

The vet (who was not the one my gramma, my mom and i like, she was on vacation but this woman saw me there last time too) was making mommy MAD. she was acting like mom was torturing me even though she knows i dont want to go to sleep! least not all the time...

she told mom she wasnt goin to force her to do euthanasia (i dont know what that is but my mom got upset when she said that so i dont like it) but she recommended it.

mom had to grit her teeth and explain to her that she knows i am not going to get better :( even patches knows that, which is why he wont be my friend anymore but that i still am a happy Spot!

like when my mom asks if i wana go out (or sometimes when she asks the dog if he wants to go out) i run to my kitty stroller and hop up and wait to go outside so i can roll in the grass and watch the birds and grab at sticks mom drags in the grass for me.

they gave me those yucky fluids under my skin again and a shot of Vit B12 AND a 1/4 of a pill that will make me want to eat more. i ate a lillast night and today but not much. gramma will feed me again later when im not so sleepy. right now Pookie is taking care of me while moms at work.

I figure im just like those poor kids who get that disease that turns them into old people before theyre 12, i just have to adjust to this decreasing ability to do things much like a cat does as they get older. Mom said peanuts had to slow down as he got older and Pookie Feets and Bogie are slow walkers and cant jump either. they just dont fall down like i do.

the vet agreed to give me the pentoxifyllne, the chlorambucil she said i am too weak and anemic for. so if this works, then maybe i will be able to play and walk a lil better. thay have to make it up for me special since im so small and it will be tuna flavored too! but we get that tmrw.

last night i slept with or on mom all night. but i peed on her bed a couple times. she didnt even get mad though, she just wanted to snuggle me :) i had already peed on her at the vet when she said i had a very full bladder and squeezed it then handed me to mom. so i dribbled a lil on her i heart vegan boys t-shirt. then after my sub-qs i peed for real on my carrier bag. mom had a very damp night, thats for sure.

one more, thing, i heard the vet say she dind think i needed more then a ten day supply of meds... dont think she thinks i wil need it any longer then that...but she said i would have to be on them for the rest of my life....mom needs to stop covering my ears at the doctors so i know whats goin on!

this was a very bad weekend

i haven't felt good at all...i have been staying on moms bed or in the closet and sometimes i go to the basement to fight my way into the laundry basket that Feets, Tater, Patches, Pookie and I all like to sleep in.

But i cant really walk anymore, i keep falling down :(

And i haven't had much of an appetite...yesterday i ate a lil breakfast but for lunch and dinner mom tried to give me my fav canned food, my new organic canned food, canned tuna, baby food beef & gravy, turkey cold cuts and my liver but i wouldn't eat anything. i only wanted a couple of my treats i like.

so mom took me outside to see if i would work up an appetite but even on the grass my back legs, especially the left one, just do not want to go where i want them to! i tried to walk to mom and overshot her by a couple feet cause i was so off balance. and i kept falling down so mom had to unhook my leash and let me walk with just the harness on so i didn't trip so much and she figured i couldn't go far. she was right and i had alot more fun not falling so much. i loooove it out on the grass.

then later mom's friend gave me my shot and I BIT HIM! that was my first bite ever. good thing he's a mechanic and has rough hands, i didn't even break the skin.

today i tried to go to purr on my mommy but i cant climb onto her chest anymore. then i almost fell off the bed. so she made me a vet appointment to get sub q fluids, appetite stimulant pills, vitamin B and some new meds called chlorambucil & pentoxifylline. the first one is an anti cancer drug i think and the second one is for seizures. if this doesn't work then mom said she thinks i might have to go with Peanuts. But i saw where he is, its a very small box and even though I'm a very small Spot even i cant fit in there! so i don't know what she means by that but i don't like the sound of it. i don't want to be a baby in a box.

o, but saturday mom did a red pleather jacket photo shoot with me...so i should have new pix up soon as grandpa shows her which usb port to use with all the wries and nonsense on the PC at home! and yesterday she took more pix of me, one of me in my stroller too!

the day after my interferon shot

i always seem a lil better. just a bit...
but even the neighbor notcied something was wrong, he asked why i cant even walk over a folded blanket without falling, even getting out of the box makes me trip and that prednisone makes me need the box alot.

this weekend i must do a photoshoot in my James Dean (or Spot McDean as mom calls it) red pleather jacket since im small enough to fit in it again and mom wants to get some good pix. just in case i dont get to wear it again.

but if i have a say in it, i say i want to be as old an my good pal Cookie, hes 20!!!

This hasnt been a good week for me...

i am really having trouble walking now.
i seem to lose control of my back legs, especially the left one when i try to walk. i cant even walk ove a blanket without tripping. sometimes even just walking i trip...
i think moms goin to make me to go the vet fri :(
but she took me outside today and i didnt fall jumpin out of my stroller and i seemed sorta ok walking outside and scratching on the tree trunks. then mom took me in and i ran back out on her (and without my leash!!!) but when i came back in (for the rest of the day this time) i was walking funny again. but i ate some kitty food, a lil turkey and some baby food. goin outside makes this Spot HUNGRY!

So mom decided to be safe rather then sorry

and take me to the vet last night. Turns out my pooper is working just fine!
They decided to treat me for lack of appetite. I got sub q fluids, a shot of peptic and a pill to help me want to eat more.
Mom said I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame when I got home since I was so full of fluids I was actually wobbly.
I wasn’t too into my food but I did eat some cat food. I wanted nothing to do with the baby food or the liver mom tried to give me. Today Gramma said I ate breakfast I was running around talking (“Spot?! Talking?!” was what everyone kept saying, since I’m usually so quiet ‘cept to my mom) and looked a lot better then I did before.
So they don’t know WHY I wasn’t hungry but I guess I am now. I just hope I don’t have to go back to the vet again soon.
We are still awaiting a diagnosis from Auburn for my FIP test since, ooops, the lady at the vet forgot to send my old slides with my new samples!