My four-legged children are my only family and I love them beyond words. I left my abusive husband to protect them. This last year has been very difficult and I had to put my IBD kitty down just 7 weeks ago. That was hard, but I had time to prepare. Now something terrible has happened and it feels unbearable.
My beautiful 14-yr-old kitty was finally diagnosed with intestinal lymphoma after spending months in misery vomiting, refusing to eat, losing weight, hunching over in pain, and being robbed of all her enjoyment in life. She almost died last week but perked up with some potassium and fluid therapy. I brought her home with meds and she started looking interested again and nibbling her food. She cuddled with the other cats this past weekend and even started purring again in my lap. I was so relieved and happy to have my precious girl on the mend and a plan in place to begin chemo treatment.
Sunday night I was extra tired from the stress of the past week. I let the dogs out as usual into the backyard and did not notice that my cat slipped out into the yard. She never wanted to go out at night before. I closed the door a few minutes later after the dogs came in and went to bed.
The next morning my cat was not inside the house and I searched for half an hour in her usual hiding places. Finally something told me to go outside and I saw her. She was stretched out on my neighbor's driveway. I ran to her and saw immediately that she was gone. I picked her up and she was still warm. But gone. If I had gone outside to start with, she might still be here. If I had checked her bed again last night, she would be safe. I can only assume that she wanted some adventure after being cooped up and sick for so long.
But she couldn't get back in the house (although the door to the garage was open.)
Why was she was taken away when she'd just been given another chance? Why did she go outside late at night? Why didn't she go into the garage where there are warm fleece beds? Why did my neighbor hit her with her car and leave her to die? She knew my cat. Why couldn't I have found her earlier if only so she didn't die alone, scared and in pain?
My precious angel could have lived months, maybe years more.
My beautiful 14-yr-old kitty was finally diagnosed with intestinal lymphoma after spending months in misery vomiting, refusing to eat, losing weight, hunching over in pain, and being robbed of all her enjoyment in life. She almost died last week but perked up with some potassium and fluid therapy. I brought her home with meds and she started looking interested again and nibbling her food. She cuddled with the other cats this past weekend and even started purring again in my lap. I was so relieved and happy to have my precious girl on the mend and a plan in place to begin chemo treatment.
Sunday night I was extra tired from the stress of the past week. I let the dogs out as usual into the backyard and did not notice that my cat slipped out into the yard. She never wanted to go out at night before. I closed the door a few minutes later after the dogs came in and went to bed.
The next morning my cat was not inside the house and I searched for half an hour in her usual hiding places. Finally something told me to go outside and I saw her. She was stretched out on my neighbor's driveway. I ran to her and saw immediately that she was gone. I picked her up and she was still warm. But gone. If I had gone outside to start with, she might still be here. If I had checked her bed again last night, she would be safe. I can only assume that she wanted some adventure after being cooped up and sick for so long.
But she couldn't get back in the house (although the door to the garage was open.)
Why was she was taken away when she'd just been given another chance? Why did she go outside late at night? Why didn't she go into the garage where there are warm fleece beds? Why did my neighbor hit her with her car and leave her to die? She knew my cat. Why couldn't I have found her earlier if only so she didn't die alone, scared and in pain?
My precious angel could have lived months, maybe years more.