A few days after my last post about Cally, and as she came down after her latest dose of Tramal, it became clear that her time had come. The signs were many, but in essence she was going to be back in pain and discomfort for at least another couple of days before I could give her more pain relief. And the nature of that pain relief was making her treatment look more and more like the jerking of a puppet. Her eyes said no more. Her whiskers said no more. It was time.( Read more... )
Cally's final appointment made with Dr Laura tomorrow at 10:15am. Second of its type in under a month. Third in under 18 months. Fuck. Thanks everyone for your kind words over on FB.
Cally herself has made the timing of the decision relatively easy - she's had enough. I'm a wreck, even more so than for the others. She's been a huge part of my life for 20 years, and I've always been her one and only human. 20 years! I've spent more time with her than with any person, Husband included. She's drawn significantly more of my blood than Husband has too. People started telling me to prepare for her loss seven years ago when she was a mere 14. Suddenly I find I'm not prepared at all.
Although Princess dominated the cat medical news for a while, my attention was never off my eldest cat and old friend Cally. At 21 she is kept going by veterinary magic and a stubborn personality, but the nature of her end is starting to become clear. This is another "organise my thoughts" post. Blogging is handy for this sort of thing.( Read more... )
Because Cally and Princess are Cat Haven rescue moggies their exact dates of birth are a bit of a guess a few months each way, but about now I'm upping their ages from "y and a half" to "pushing y+1". Thus my two eldest are now the ripe old ages of Pushing 21 and Pushing 17 respectively. There's something to be said for hybrid vigour.( Read more... )
Sometimes it feels like all I do is look after (and indeed blog about) the cats. There are worse things to spend my time on, but sometimes it gets complicated. Herein I record Buffy's spey and Boris Giles' sundry bacteria, with end notes on Cally's arthritis and Princess' thyroid.( Read more... )
I'm way overdue for a cat health report, but I'm inspired by this morning's trip to the vet to try and get it all down. Warning: Contains a lot of wee and poo. This is mainly a record for me rather than an exercise in deliberate sharing.( Read more... )
We’ve had the current complement of cats for nearly two weeks now, so I thought I’d attempt a state of the cat nation post. Unfortunately we haven’t managed to get photos of everything I’d like to talk about, but we’ll keep trying. This post is about the new cat relationships in the house. Health and sanitation updates are somewhat less fun and will come later.( Read more... )
Cally has been showing her age of 20 years in the last few months. She hasn’t had much airtime because of Pumpkin’s situation, but I’ve been quietly concerned about her and now it’s gone up another notch.( Read more... )
ETA: Back from the vet who pronounced my poor kitty Very Sore Indeed. They don't do boarding any more, but will take Cally under medical supervision while we're away so that's a relief.
Just back from the vet where I greeted Dr Laura with a deeply ironic “Hello Stranger!”. She replied that it did seem like a long time since I’d been there last, which was all of three weeks ago. I had been coming weekly for a month before that, so I suppose three weeks can seem like a long time.( Read more... )
[Please note that I am in no mood at all to organise any more information today, so this will be a bit obfuscated.]
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( cat content followed by rumblings of science, and a stray Dr Who observation )