Most of you won't be aware that my girl has not been well the last few weeks. I shared with a few people privately, and primarily via Facebook, where I could reach non-TCS people and TCS people, alike. But now my girl gets her Bridge thread.
It started with peeing accidents, and seemed like a UTI or crystals or a stone or... and ended up being a large mass in the bladder, which was removed, and sent for analysis. The verdict: cancer. We listened to all the advice, and decided to try chemotherapy.
The first try started out well enough, but then her temperature rose, and after rounds of antibiotics to deal with what looked like a UTI before proceeding, it was decided to go with a different chemo and, by then, because she was not eating well, to give her a feeding tube.
The tube feedings started well enough, but soon she was not holding them down, and things got worse. In the end, it was clear that the chemo was not working and she was just going down, so we brought her home from the vet on Thursday, to have some "Goodbye" time, and the vet came out to the house on Friday to help her across the Bridge.
That's six weeks in three paragraphs, and I'm numb. What a sweet kitty was my Cindy, my snuggle-bun, ever the recluse, except with one of our friends whom she did accept -- and except with the vet staff, who adored her, and she responded like crazy with them. She was "the kitty with the million-dollar personality."
Run free now, little sweetheart. Mum loves you forever.
It started with peeing accidents, and seemed like a UTI or crystals or a stone or... and ended up being a large mass in the bladder, which was removed, and sent for analysis. The verdict: cancer. We listened to all the advice, and decided to try chemotherapy.
The first try started out well enough, but then her temperature rose, and after rounds of antibiotics to deal with what looked like a UTI before proceeding, it was decided to go with a different chemo and, by then, because she was not eating well, to give her a feeding tube.
The tube feedings started well enough, but soon she was not holding them down, and things got worse. In the end, it was clear that the chemo was not working and she was just going down, so we brought her home from the vet on Thursday, to have some "Goodbye" time, and the vet came out to the house on Friday to help her across the Bridge.
That's six weeks in three paragraphs, and I'm numb. What a sweet kitty was my Cindy, my snuggle-bun, ever the recluse, except with one of our friends whom she did accept -- and except with the vet staff, who adored her, and she responded like crazy with them. She was "the kitty with the million-dollar personality."
Run free now, little sweetheart. Mum loves you forever.