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... )
I've been wanting to write this post for at least a couple of weeks, to help me put my thoughts in order and make a decision about Princess' future. A couple of days ago something changed to make that decision easier, but I'd still like to talk this through. (TW I suppose – talking about the pending death of a pet.)( Read more... )
First the good news: for the last week I can definitely confirm that Princess' pee has not had any visible blood in it. And in other good news, today we caught the aforementioned substance on one of the puppy housetraining absorbent pads we put out near one of the litter tray stations.( 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... )
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 over a week ago Pumpkin was starting to falter again on a smaller dose of steroids (1ml per day), and so when he got his scheduled Cartrophen shot we consulted with the vet and also put his dosage back up to 2 x 1ml per day. Between the two treatments we expected him to be as he was before - back on his feet most of the time.( Read more... )