It is almost exactly nine years since I adopted Circe, who was then 6-1/2 years old and had been through a failed adoption (she was returned in poor health, but two months after I adopted my first 2, she was back to being adoptable).
She was my snuggle cat, my beautiful Circe, the first cat who would sleep with me at night. She would get up in the night, I'm sure, because in the morning, I would notice her arriving back where she had been as though she had not left.
She developed a group of lumps on her side, and at first they did not seem to bother her. We used to have three vets in town, but are down to two, so appointments are hard to get (my vet holds some same day appointment slots, but you have to call right at opening to get them--I didn't think that it was that bad that I had to get her in right away). Then the lumps grew, and she scratched one open and got an infection. Domino had an appointment for a check on his status and I took her with me (ask forgiveness, not permission). That's when we learned the lumps were not going to be operable and we took her home with some meds and a recheck Tuesday. I had to work, so my son took her. Because I was not there, as her owner, he couldn't sign the paperwork for euthanasia, so he brought her home with more meds. I medicated her last night, tried to get her to eat (she hadn't eaten much at all she had lost 0.8 lbs between Friday and Tuesday).
This morning, I woke up ready to give her her morning meds, and found that she was already gone. Rest in peace, my beautiful Circe, my sweet floofy bear.
She was my snuggle cat, my beautiful Circe, the first cat who would sleep with me at night. She would get up in the night, I'm sure, because in the morning, I would notice her arriving back where she had been as though she had not left.
She developed a group of lumps on her side, and at first they did not seem to bother her. We used to have three vets in town, but are down to two, so appointments are hard to get (my vet holds some same day appointment slots, but you have to call right at opening to get them--I didn't think that it was that bad that I had to get her in right away). Then the lumps grew, and she scratched one open and got an infection. Domino had an appointment for a check on his status and I took her with me (ask forgiveness, not permission). That's when we learned the lumps were not going to be operable and we took her home with some meds and a recheck Tuesday. I had to work, so my son took her. Because I was not there, as her owner, he couldn't sign the paperwork for euthanasia, so he brought her home with more meds. I medicated her last night, tried to get her to eat (she hadn't eaten much at all she had lost 0.8 lbs between Friday and Tuesday).
This morning, I woke up ready to give her her morning meds, and found that she was already gone. Rest in peace, my beautiful Circe, my sweet floofy bear.
