My little champion...
Diagnosed with small cell lymphoma in July. He always had very sensitive kidneys.
Many ups and downs. Diagnosed with HCM, CRF, probable pancreatitis, and probably mega colon.
He fought hard - went to very visit, took every needle and probe, allowed every scan; in the end his little kidneys had finally gone.
Last night he was yowling in pain. I took him to the emergency room and he put up a little fight. The doctor gave me the news: Creatine 15, BUN - couldn't even get a reading. With the HCM fluids would be touchy. Maybe a tube through the nose to the stomach - but it would be at least a four day stay in the ER and then maybe a couple of days of feeling better or maybe not.
In the end it was the only way to help him finally be released from his pain. They made home comfortable and I brought him home for an evening of kisses and cuddles from myself and my husband. We took hundreds of photos and videos. He would flip from side to side to nuzzle us and we kissed him and touched him and smelled his wonderful head.
My vet came to my house during her lunch break. He offered no resistance and the relief came instantaneously. His little body was done and his fight was over.
I don't regret doing everything possible. The file on Kinko is nearly two inches thick. I ran every test, gave him every medication, changed his diet, changed his lifestyle. My vet said many cats succumb to just one of his diseases but he survived and fought through numerous ups and downs. And if that tube would of worked - I would have done it. But it was a risk that would of caused him pain and he would be back in the same amount of hurt and kidney failure.
I kept in my emotions as he went. I thanked him and told him I love him. His eyes were fixated on me and I pet his head and held his big paw in my hand. I was the last thing he saw and I'm so glad. His passing was peaceful and the pain in his face went away; he looked like a sweet sleeping baby.
My heart is so broken but I believe I made the right choice. I brought him home nearly 13 years ago and he quickly created a special place in our hearts. There will never be another Kinko but I am so blessed to have had him as long as I did.
Diagnosed with small cell lymphoma in July. He always had very sensitive kidneys.
Many ups and downs. Diagnosed with HCM, CRF, probable pancreatitis, and probably mega colon.
He fought hard - went to very visit, took every needle and probe, allowed every scan; in the end his little kidneys had finally gone.
Last night he was yowling in pain. I took him to the emergency room and he put up a little fight. The doctor gave me the news: Creatine 15, BUN - couldn't even get a reading. With the HCM fluids would be touchy. Maybe a tube through the nose to the stomach - but it would be at least a four day stay in the ER and then maybe a couple of days of feeling better or maybe not.
In the end it was the only way to help him finally be released from his pain. They made home comfortable and I brought him home for an evening of kisses and cuddles from myself and my husband. We took hundreds of photos and videos. He would flip from side to side to nuzzle us and we kissed him and touched him and smelled his wonderful head.
My vet came to my house during her lunch break. He offered no resistance and the relief came instantaneously. His little body was done and his fight was over.
I don't regret doing everything possible. The file on Kinko is nearly two inches thick. I ran every test, gave him every medication, changed his diet, changed his lifestyle. My vet said many cats succumb to just one of his diseases but he survived and fought through numerous ups and downs. And if that tube would of worked - I would have done it. But it was a risk that would of caused him pain and he would be back in the same amount of hurt and kidney failure.
I kept in my emotions as he went. I thanked him and told him I love him. His eyes were fixated on me and I pet his head and held his big paw in my hand. I was the last thing he saw and I'm so glad. His passing was peaceful and the pain in his face went away; he looked like a sweet sleeping baby.
My heart is so broken but I believe I made the right choice. I brought him home nearly 13 years ago and he quickly created a special place in our hearts. There will never be another Kinko but I am so blessed to have had him as long as I did.