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Poor little fella.

February 25th, 2006 Leave a comment Go to comments

I took Purr-Zha back to the vet’s office this morning, after he sneezed and blew thick ropes of saliva all over himself. They did a full body X-ray, and even I could see the large spots on his lungs that meant cancer. He’s down to six pounds, for a loss of a pound and a half over the last five months. He’s just had so many health problems that any one of them could have explained his weight loss and lethargy. I don’t blame anyone for not making this diagnosis sooner.

For the moment, he’s okay, but it’s a matter of days. After talking with the vet about what he could expect as far as the quality of his death at home versus being put to sleep at the vet’s, we’ve decided to go ahead and end his life at the vet’s. They asked us to check in on Monday and let them know what we wanted to do. So we’re spending some quality time with him here, and unless something dramatic happens one way or the other, we’ll be bringing him in early next week.

He’d been on prescription diet, but the vet gave him some commercial cat food, which he ate well. He also got fluids under the skin and some prednisone and such to help him feel better. It did help, as he managed to jump onto the couch and go to sleep. The fact that the prednisone helped him makes me wonder if maybe he isn’t arthritic as well.

We’ve been told we can stop the thyroid medication, since he has an empty stomach so much of the time and is probably upsetting his stomach more. I’m off to the grocery store to get him some cat comfort food. Needless to say, he’s also getting some major loving. If nothing else, this will be a nice last weekend for him.

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  1. February 25th, 2006 at 23:48 | #1

    T.
    You and your hubby have hugs from Cocoa and I. Scritch the kitty and I agree with scaredkat scrapbook the memories and photos. He sounds like a fun handful.

    ::hugs::

    Kim

  2. February 25th, 2006 at 23:48 | #2

    T.
    You and your hubby have hugs from Cocoa and I. Scritch the kitty and I agree with scaredkat scrapbook the memories and photos. He sounds like a fun handful.

    ::hugs::

    Kim

  3. February 26th, 2006 at 00:57 | #3

    My heart goes out to you guys. He sounds like he needs the rest.

  4. February 26th, 2006 at 00:57 | #4

    My heart goes out to you guys. He sounds like he needs the rest.

  5. February 26th, 2006 at 03:52 | #5

    I’m so sorry. 🙁

  6. February 26th, 2006 at 03:52 | #6

    I’m so sorry. 🙁

  7. February 26th, 2006 at 03:54 | #7

    Oh darling, I’m so sorry, for you and for your husband, who is losing such a long-time companion. It’s exactly two months since we went through the same thing, so I remember so clearly what y’all are going through. Sounds like he had a fantastic life though. Give him a great last weekend, give him lots of snuggles and tell him what an awesome cat he is. He’ll agree, of course.

  8. February 26th, 2006 at 03:54 | #8

    Oh darling, I’m so sorry, for you and for your husband, who is losing such a long-time companion. It’s exactly two months since we went through the same thing, so I remember so clearly what y’all are going through. Sounds like he had a fantastic life though. Give him a great last weekend, give him lots of snuggles and tell him what an awesome cat he is. He’ll agree, of course.

  9. February 26th, 2006 at 05:31 | #9

    I’m sorry…you’ll be in my thoughts.

  10. February 26th, 2006 at 05:31 | #10

    I’m sorry…you’ll be in my thoughts.

  11. February 26th, 2006 at 14:10 | #11

    When my first dog was near his end, my father went and bought him an entire porterhouse. Which in a way was funny, considering it was my mom’s toy poodle — the steak weighed more than he did. I think it was the first time I saw my father cry.

    To know it’s coming to an end rips your heart out, but warm and comfortable and loved is the best gift of all.

    My heart goes out to you guys and all my bright thoughts go with him.

  12. February 26th, 2006 at 14:10 | #12

    When my first dog was near his end, my father went and bought him an entire porterhouse. Which in a way was funny, considering it was my mom’s toy poodle — the steak weighed more than he did. I think it was the first time I saw my father cry.

    To know it’s coming to an end rips your heart out, but warm and comfortable and loved is the best gift of all.

    My heart goes out to you guys and all my bright thoughts go with him.

  13. February 26th, 2006 at 23:49 | #13

    aaaaugh….

    Much hugs to you, and a hug and a prayer for your kitty.

  14. February 26th, 2006 at 23:49 | #14

    aaaaugh….

    Much hugs to you, and a hug and a prayer for your kitty.

  15. March 1st, 2006 at 22:43 | #15

    I hope he’s comfortable. It sounds like he lived a full life.

    Now that I have a pet for the first time, I can sort of understand what your family is experiencing. I’d feel awful if something happened to Aquinas.

  16. March 1st, 2006 at 22:43 | #16

    I hope he’s comfortable. It sounds like he lived a full life.

    Now that I have a pet for the first time, I can sort of understand what your family is experiencing. I’d feel awful if something happened to Aquinas.

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