Sarge's week

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Thank you

June 1st 2012 1:55 pm
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My passing went quickly. We have an awesome vet that gave me the first injection to get me to relax and sleep. I fell asleep in Dad's arms with him petting me (I still wanted to get in my carrier but I relaxed and let it happen). Then when I was completely under they shaved my forearm alittle and some whiskers (so Dad has something physical to remember me by) and gave me the other shot. I'll tell more later.

Dad's feeling better now. My passing will sink in over the next few days. The important thing is that I'm not in pain any more and that I had a wonderful life filled with people who love and care about me. Thank you everyone.


My time is coming.

May 30th 2012 5:48 pm
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Thanks for all the kind words everyone. We wish I had more time, but things are going downhill fast. I don't eat much and I spent a lot of time hiding in the bathroom. Tonight I wasn't even at the door when Dad got home. Those weeks and months you all wished us had already happened after my first operation. We're not even sure I have days. I only have a few joys left in life and too many things I can't do anymore. My stomach hurts and I don't feel right.

This morning Dad made THE appointment this morning for Friday. He has it off for a sci-fi convention. The fan community can be great and very supporting which Dad will need once I'm gone. We really don't think I'd make it another week and even if I could, it won't be a good one.

Tonight Dad let me go outside for half an hour. Instead of nibbling on the grass and walking around, I went to my favorite spot to lie down and soak up some sun. Dad took some pictures then laid down next to me for some from a better angle. I crawled up on him, something I haven't done before, for pets. After a while I got down. I tried again a few minutes later but I wasn't sure enough on my feet to stay on for long. Then Dad held me in the rocking chair he dragged outside and cuddled until it was time to go in. Usually when I come in I want to go right back out. Not this time, a sure sign that I had enough.

I want everyone to know their thoughts are appreciated, but we shouldn't delay the inevitable. I'd love to have more months and dare I say years with my family, but the cancer has robbed that from us. I'm not going to get better and Dad has to do what he has to do to keep me from suffering.


The cancer is back

May 29th 2012 4:50 pm
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I went in for an ultrasound today. There's no way to gently put this. The tumors are resistant to my drugs and they're squeezing my stomach so I can't eat well. Worse, it's spread to a lymph node. Surgery is not an option. I'm going to be an angel soon, it's a question of when. Dad's going to watch how I act over the next few days, but he's not optimistic. I lost 7 oz in a week that's with the new medicine. Dad has this Friday off for an event so that may be my time. Right now I'm sleeping off the sedatives I got for the ultrasound, but then Dad wants to spend a lot of time with me and see how I act.

Many thanks for everyone who supported us this year. The worst is still yet to come. There's nothing we can do except hope I have a few more good days left. We love you all.


Quick Update

May 22nd 2012 5:21 am
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Quick note before Dad goes to work. I'm on Mirtazipine which seems to be doing its job. This morning about 3:30am I jump on Dad's bed and start meowing. He tried to pet me but I kept nipping at his hand until he got the message. He came downstairs and fed me the last of the fancy feast and I started eating it. Same thing happened about 3 hours later. But he had to give me Friskies wet food. Not my favorite, but I was hungry. The vet's going to call today and talk with Dad about what to do. I'm still moving around and purring so as long as I'm happy and active we'll press on.

As the human philosopher, Dave Lister, once said, "I'm leaving this world the same way I came in: kicking and screaming."


Not good.

May 21st 2012 6:06 pm
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Dad had some friends in over the weekend. One of them commented I looked worse than last month. So Dad brought me to the vet when he got home. I'm down to 8 lbs - 10 oz folks, a drop of half a pound in a little over 3 weeks. We don't know what it is. Dad asked if I thought it was time, but the vet tech said I was still fighting. So as the Furmanism goes, if I'm fighting Dad can do no less. It doesn't seem I'm in pain and I still have a quality of life. I'm still jumping up on the sink and the kitty bed Dad made me when I first came here. At this point, we're going to fight to the end. Well as long as life is worth living. I'm on a different appetite stimulant. Maybe that will help. More later!


Neighbors left

May 12th 2012 8:52 pm
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We got a bit of a surprise today. One of the families in the building was leaving. They got their own townhome and were moving out that day. I got to go outside to say goodbye. When they first moved in and I got to meet them their son was just a toddler. While I was lying down on the sidewalk the kid ran over to me, then stare at me for a few seconds, then run back. He did this several times until he reached out to touch my fur. That was almost 2 years ago. Now he had the courage to actually pet me. Granted he did it the wrong way but I didn't do anything. It's just the kind of cat I am. I was an ambassador of all kitty-kind to him and I behaved myself. With luck even if he doesn't become a kitty person, he won't be afraid of us either.

I've been annoying Dad a lot by asking to go outside today. The bugs are out earlier so he doesn't want us outside but I don't care! I was really getting on his nerves. Does anyone know how to keep me from meowing all the time to convince Dad to let me out? He'd rather have me quiet. All of us have been meowing at Dad and it's driving him crazy.

Oh, I'm also a little sick. I have a kitty-cold and been sneezing a bit. Dad had to get some pills for me which stinks because the vet also said I should get the folic acid pills again to help me gain weight. He got me some fancy feast but sometimes I won't eat it without kitty treats sprinkled on top. Ain't I a stinker?


A Cat's Will

May 3rd 2012 5:40 pm
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We found this on our buddy Tigger's page. Dad had to deal with the death of his parent's kitty and with my own health ... well it struck a cord so we're sharing it here.

A Cat's Will

Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, giving their home
and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do
the same, this is what I'd ask...

To a poor and lonely stray I'd give:

- My happy home.
- My bowl & cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
- The lap, which I loved so much.
- The hand that stroked my fur & the sweet voice which spoke my name.

I'd Will to the sad, scared shelter cat, the place I had in my human's
loving heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

So when I die, please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the
loss and pain is more than I can stand."

Instead, go find an unloved cat, one whose life has held no joy or home and
give MY place to HIM.

This is the only thing I can give -- The love I leave behind.


Vet Update

May 3rd 2012 5:39 pm
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I went to the vet last weekend. I gained 5 oz putting me on the plus side of 9 lbs. They also took some blood. I'm OK there so we're going to keep doing what we're doing and hope for the best. Dad's trying to get me to eat more. My prescription for the appetite stimulant is about done (thank catness). Just one more day, except I still need to take 3 pills tonight plus my insulin. I found that I'll eat more food if Dad sprinkles kitty treats on top of it. Is anyone else that finiky? Dad's afraid I may not have much longer. My illness has left me anemic and I don't play as much as before. I'm still happy and purr for him most of the time, but I spent a lot of time lounging nearby. I guess I'm just getting old. Maybe if I can get some weight and muscle back I'll have the energy to wrestle with Lena again.


Hey come back here!

April 19th 2012 6:14 pm
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You know those 4oz I said I gained? Well they ran away and took two more with them! :( I'm down to 8lbs 14oz. Dad thinks it's because I went to the vet last time with a full tummy which offset the scales. Tonight we went right when he got home and I was starving. So I'm going back on the stimulant and the bathroom all in the hopes I'll eat more. No one quite knows what's wrong except I don't care much for the gourmet food anymore. I Smithwicked it down for a while, now I turn my nose up at it and I'm back on the previous cat food I liked ... kind of. I'm in the bathroom now and not too keen on eating more of what I just got. The only thing I will always eat are kitty treats.


Nom nom nom!

April 7th 2012 3:30 pm
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Well Thursday morning I tried to lick Dad's oatmeal bowl clean. I hadn't been eating much and I was pretty hungry. Dad got really worried since oatmeal isn't a natural cat food. So after work he got me some yummy gourmet cat food in those little cans and put me in the half-bathroom to eat. What a huge difference that made! I was eating a lot. I went through about 5 of the 6 cans he initially bought (the rest was eaten by my sisters). This morning I went to the vet for a weigh-in and I had gained 4 ounces!! Dad went to get more food and I've learned that there's yummy food in the bathroom now where I can eat in peace. Pepi is not allowed in so she can't bug me or try to chase me away while I'm eating. This is great!

Thanks so much for your thoughts and gifts. Have a happy Easter!

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