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Georgie came to us in December 1998, probably about 5 months old. My wife and I had not had cats in years but Georgie wormed her way into our hearts. She paved the way for little Elmo in 2001, and he died of congestive heart failure in 2011. Georgie's health was failing in the last few years, bouts with hypherthryoidism, kidney problems, heart murmur and later major heart problems, suspected small cell carcinoma (treated with chemo pills since Dec. 2013), and finally, a lump appeared on her shoulder in December 2014 that we couldn't do biopsy on because of her heart probably wouldn't survive the anesthesia. We knew her time was limited and the lump became a large fibrosarcoma. She was on a tremendous amount of medication.
Friday she started limping and slowly that turned into not being able to walk on her rear legs. A quick visit to the night emergency vet and we had pain medication and a probable diagnosis that the tumor had grown and effected her spinal cord and she was losing the ability to use her rear legs.
More visits Saturday and Monday morning and she was slowly getting worse and the pain apparently harder to control. She had a bad night Sunday that included me sleeping in the kitchen floor with her to keep her calm because I was concerned about giving her more pain meds. I fed her baby food most of the weekend by syringe.
The Monday morning diagnosis was the tumor had done the damage and we were at the point of no return.
I was able to spend a lot of time with her all weekend long, God I loved this cat... and I HATE euthanasia... but Gareth's words in "When The Moment Comes" came back and I went and read it again.
My wife took Georgie back to the vet yesterday for her final visit, as I don't do well with those things.
Thanks for the support on this board all of these years during her illnesses..
(and, I will think of her everyday...)
Friday she started limping and slowly that turned into not being able to walk on her rear legs. A quick visit to the night emergency vet and we had pain medication and a probable diagnosis that the tumor had grown and effected her spinal cord and she was losing the ability to use her rear legs.
More visits Saturday and Monday morning and she was slowly getting worse and the pain apparently harder to control. She had a bad night Sunday that included me sleeping in the kitchen floor with her to keep her calm because I was concerned about giving her more pain meds. I fed her baby food most of the weekend by syringe.
The Monday morning diagnosis was the tumor had done the damage and we were at the point of no return.
I was able to spend a lot of time with her all weekend long, God I loved this cat... and I HATE euthanasia... but Gareth's words in "When The Moment Comes" came back and I went and read it again.
My wife took Georgie back to the vet yesterday for her final visit, as I don't do well with those things.
Thanks for the support on this board all of these years during her illnesses..
(and, I will think of her everyday...)