September 1st 2009 4:25 pm
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when I arrived at the Bridge....well, I really barely had time to get my bearings...suddenly I was, ahhh how to put this, I was downright fat! I had "belly hang low" and that's something not seen on my frame in many a year.
Anyway, I took a minute to admire my new muscular *ahem* physique when I saw a grey tabby streak by. I about lost my kibble when I heard it... "MOW WOW" with a distinct laughing tone underneath.
Suddenly, out of the trees streaked Bratty Kitty. Bratty! I ran up to him and swatted him three times in the face!!!
So that was the first thing I did. Bratty and I caught up later and I met many nice furs.
About my passing:
It was hard I know for mom to say goodbye. For her to make that call was difficult...she kept asking..."what can I do" and "what else can be done" and there were no more answers. I couldn't eat...my mouth hurt terribly bad. My thyroid was making me crazy...I was shutting down in a lot of ways and it was a slow process. I wasn't having any fun...and I couldn't nap for...like...ever. I know it was with much love that I was sent here. I went to sleep in mom's arms and woke up here. I miss being picked up and held though, and wish I could lean in for a "hug" one last time. But I have Bratty (Swat!) showing me around and the food is good.
I'd like to thank a lot of wonderful catsters who purred and prayed and wished me and my family well these last hard weeks. In no particular order: Emmy and her family, Aragorn, Catsy, Sagan and family, Tyler Mr. Boombastic, Alex, Sally Maria, all the Olde Furts, Delyte, Bella and her family, Sampson and family, Scooter, Doc, Nigel and family, Morey Amsterdam, Buddie, Elsa, Kit, Freckles, Wyatt James, Smokey, Lady, Rufus, Ko, Isaac (kiss!), Tweetie, Mackenzie, Tony and family, Moozer's family, hooch, Whisper and family, Bethany Hope and family, Sky, Baby, Edgar and family, Rusty, Apollo, and Drifter's family. Lots of Pms and Rosies and forum posts and stuff, I'm sure I've forgotten a cat or several, but know that every kind word and thought was helpful in getting us through this time. Thanks to the Bridge kittes and RBK group for welcoming me!
Hazel Lucy, for everything you do and the Purr List and all the support...you're a real gem. Keep on purrin!
As for me...I'm busy catching up with the FOOD.
August 24th 2009 2:53 pm
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It is with great sadness that I must report today my precious little pretty yellow-eyed, silky fur princess has left for the bridge.
She was assisted by her mom and her much-loved dad...she was fearless and went peacefully...so very peaceful. I know she is now able to get much needed rest.
I am with heavy heart, and I will miss her. She's been with me since she was 8 weeks old, through 17 years of growing up together. Losing her is like losing a part of myself.
I don't know what else to say, except thank you again Catsters, for everything wonderful about this community. Every kind word and rosie and prayer is much appreciated.
August 24th 2009 3:51 am
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Wuss fights on. Which is hard....for all her moxy, she's really just not getting any better.
We've increased her thyroid meds...twice. Each time, it seems as if there is some improvement, but then she returns to crazy town. Again, she is not resting...just pacing and yelling. She won't stop for more than 2 or 3 minutes. She is not soothed by pets or cuddles.
Her alprazolam is now completely ineffective unless you count making her unsteady on her feet.
Her abscess, well if I had to take a guess, I'd say the infection is probably not as bad, but she has not regained her ability to eat. Her tongue is seriously impeded by it, and has not improved. She seems unable to do much on her own but dunk her face. She is almost through with her antibiotics.
She's pretty much constantly being syringe fed, several cans a day, whatever I can get in her. Despite the near constant nourishment, she never appears sated. When she eats, it is as if she is near starving, yet no amount of food satisfies her. I don't know if she's just burning through it because of her thyroid or what.
I will take her back to the vet as soon as I can, today hopefully...but honestly, at this point, even if I could wait out the mouth issue, I really am starting to fear that she's developed a immunity to the thyroid med. I'm handling enough methimazole to knock myself out, but it doesn't seem to touch her.
She's fighting, of that there's no doubt. I told the vet that anything to be done should be for her benefit, and not mine. I can't ignore the look I'm starting to see in her eyes. She's tired and can't rest, she's starving and can't eat. I wish I had better news.
It's hard for me to make that decision because she has an incredible amount of fight, but I'm starting to see that if I allowed it, this little toughie would fight until her body gave out. She's already so incredibly tiny and bony. I wish I didn't have to type this, but I think it really might be time