Thoughts

Lots of those these past few days. Some sad, some happy. I may have a prospect for a Persian kitten from a breeder in Germany. It's only two weeks old, so we'll have to see.

I am content right now to spend time with my other two cats, Boo-boo and Jazzi. They have become more affectionate toward me, sensing my unhappiness and, of course, hogging all the scritches. I worry that they are older cats. Jazz will be 9 and Boo will be 11 in a couple of months. I can't think about that right now.

I am still reading North by Northanger by Carrie Bebris. I am thoroughly enjoying it and will finish by the weekend. I think I will ready A Killer Stitch by Maggie Sefton next. I am so many books to read and not much time left here in Hawaii.

The Waiting is Over

Last night after much agonizing, I decided to put my beloved Persian, Ferdi, to sleep. The vet had two dianogses: lymphoma which is fatal and FIP which is fatal. It didn't matter which one he had, he was not going to survive. I went to the vets office intending to bring him home, but he was such a sick kitty. The vet drained 900cc of fluid from his abdomin, but more fluid would just continue to fill his abdomin. The vet said she never saw anything like it. He lost 2.5lbs of fluid. As I held him in the examining room, I told him he was sick and we couldn't fix him. I told him I loved him more than anything in the world and I could not watch him suffer. I got a feeling of peace from him. He understood and he loved me more than anything in his world. I told him after he passes over, to go find Keegan, my late great tabby cat and wait for me, I'd see him again.

With the support of my wonderful husband and the fantastic vet and vet technician, Ferdi went to Rainbow Bridge to wait for me.

The Agony of Living with Cats

The agony of living with cats, or any other pets, is that they don't live nearly as long as we want them to. When they get older, they get sick and then..... I'm living through that right now with my 10 1/2 yr old Persian. He starting getting sick a few weeks ago. He gained an enormous amount of weight -- like 1/2 lb a week for the last 6 weeks. I took him to the vet's repeatedly. The vet, or should I say the vet I USED to go to, convinced me that he was just overweight. My brain couldn't really comprehend this, but I, STUPIDLY, decided he was the doctor. Last weekend, my cat just didn't want to get up and walk around. Today, he wouldn't get up at all. He would eat if I picked him up and put him at the food dish, same for the water dish. He was using the litterbox, but not doing much in it. So I took him for a second opinion today to a very well respected vet. The vet, a female, took one look at him and I could tell she had something unpleasant to hear on her mind. She said she was concerned that his abdomin was filling with fluid. I asked what that could mean. The answer was three possibilities: heart problem, liver problems or Feline Infectious Peritonitis.
NONE of those things are especially encouraging. The vet said sometimes they can treat the first two, but not the third. And so I sit and wait to hear whether I bring my little guy home or I have to make that decision that no one wants to make....