Well, Treasure's still ticking, still snuggling in bed, still talking to me, still demanding to be petted. We took him off of lasix last week since my vet doesn't think it's his heart and he started eating, not what he should be eating, but with his belly full of ascites, not a lot of room to eat. . .but he is eating on his own. In fact, 9 times otu of 10 he'll pop up with interest at the sound of the popcan.
I think my vet is surprised at how bright eyed and alert he was when we went in Monday. .. he tried palpating him, but could feel nothing because of the fluid. He drew some off, sent it to the lab, but it was inconclusive. We may attempt another ultrasound.
I've started crating him during the day. Pippens can be a little jerk sometimes, as can Herbie, Treasure's littermate. . .it also allows him the leisure of eating his canned food without the butthead twins eating it first. As soon as I open it, he jumps shakily on the bed and curls up, waiting for me to join him. He's been enjoying kitty crack(catnip), and loves nothing more than being brushed, Vane little boy.
He has his good nights, like last night, where he spent all night on my bed, either on my pillow or at my feet. I woke up with him curled up against me, purring. . not sure if it was a good purr or a "Mommy I hurt Purr". . .so we spent time cuddling before I had to get up. Night before, he spent most the night on the dog bed, may've been softer than the human bed. or maybe he got sick of Mom's tossing and turning. .
A little apprehensive about going out of town next weekend. . last time i left a sick kitty at the kitty spa, I lost her. . .I know he'll get the best care, but thankfully I won't be too far away if need be. . .
Showing posts with label My cats. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
calling a spade a spade & losing another one
Last week, my favorite kitty started ailing, suddenly. With cats, they'll be fine one day, and then the next, almost overnight, they are suddenly ill, and that was him. Last weekend he was fine, last Tuesday he had an extended abdomen and muscle wasting on his hips. No one knows for sure why they show no illness until it's too late when they are really ill, but it makes treating them hard to do, because by the time you know they're sick, the disease/illness is so far along, you usually can't do anything but say goodbye.
Unfortunately, it's not something he can get better from. .it's either heart failure or cancer. . .the vet wasn't very optomistic due to how fast he has gone downhill, so is not encouraging me to spend a lot of money just to 'know' what he's sick of. . .he did do an ultrasound, and heart looks normal, but there is so much ascites(liquid in his abdomen), they couldn't get a look at his other organs to see if there were any tumours. He's so weak, exploratory surgery is out, and I'd hate to have him die on the table. I'd rather he passed at home, or in my arms, not on a cold table.
So, it's just a guess, just like when I lost Schatzi the same way, fine one day, suddenly ill the next.
So it's just a waiting game. ..
Up until yesterday, he was being better than past cats(which total 5 I've had to forcefeed) in letting me put food in the back of his mouth and swallowing it. Today not so patient and nice, wanting nothign to do with the chicken I made him, tho he did eat 1/2+ of a can of fancy feast today while I was at work. . problem is, he should be eating about 4 of those a day
Unfortunately with cats, going off their food will kill them faster than just about anything, due to 'fatty liver disease'.(feline hepatic lipidosis) which causes liver failure. . .so you have to forcefeed them. . .it's not a fun game of making a sick cat eat. . .babyfood is the easiest as it can go thru the syringe easier and is a lot less messy than trying to puree cat food into a nice thin mess. I more often than not get more food on me than in the cat, and hate it, hate spendng the last few days/weeks with an ailing pet fighting them. It's hard enough letting them go, watching them get weaker, without remembering how you fought with them.
Unfortunately, the PC world has encroached into the cat world, and if you tell many 'feel good' cat people you are forcefeeding, they ahve conniptions, they prefer the gentler term 'assisted feeding'. . this isn't a child or older relative that has problems hitting their mouth, you are making an animal eat, forcing them to do something they would rather not due, yet they get soooo damn pissy if you point that out. .and I refuse to use the words 'assisted feeding', when I know what i'm doing is forcing them to eat, even if it's for their own good.
And BOY do they get uptight if you refuse to use their PC words "asissted feeding". . I guess it's their way of making themselves feel better for doing something not so nice. . but I'm sorry, a spade's a spade. .cat has no desire to eat, you're forcing it. Why do people have to fancy up things instead of just being honest with themselves??
it sucks. .treasure is my boy, he's only 8. . this is the 4th in the last 15 months. .and he's nto that old, barely 8 yrs old. .. he stepped into the hole Schatzi left back in 2002. It's only a matter of days really, but as long as he enjoys having his ears scritched and plays with the ribbons on a racing blanket I have in the room, we'll keep going, but my pillow will be so empty when it finally is time
Unfortunately, it's not something he can get better from. .it's either heart failure or cancer. . .the vet wasn't very optomistic due to how fast he has gone downhill, so is not encouraging me to spend a lot of money just to 'know' what he's sick of. . .he did do an ultrasound, and heart looks normal, but there is so much ascites(liquid in his abdomen), they couldn't get a look at his other organs to see if there were any tumours. He's so weak, exploratory surgery is out, and I'd hate to have him die on the table. I'd rather he passed at home, or in my arms, not on a cold table.
So, it's just a guess, just like when I lost Schatzi the same way, fine one day, suddenly ill the next.
So it's just a waiting game. ..
Up until yesterday, he was being better than past cats(which total 5 I've had to forcefeed) in letting me put food in the back of his mouth and swallowing it. Today not so patient and nice, wanting nothign to do with the chicken I made him, tho he did eat 1/2+ of a can of fancy feast today while I was at work. . problem is, he should be eating about 4 of those a day
Unfortunately with cats, going off their food will kill them faster than just about anything, due to 'fatty liver disease'.(feline hepatic lipidosis) which causes liver failure. . .so you have to forcefeed them. . .it's not a fun game of making a sick cat eat. . .babyfood is the easiest as it can go thru the syringe easier and is a lot less messy than trying to puree cat food into a nice thin mess. I more often than not get more food on me than in the cat, and hate it, hate spendng the last few days/weeks with an ailing pet fighting them. It's hard enough letting them go, watching them get weaker, without remembering how you fought with them.
Unfortunately, the PC world has encroached into the cat world, and if you tell many 'feel good' cat people you are forcefeeding, they ahve conniptions, they prefer the gentler term 'assisted feeding'. . this isn't a child or older relative that has problems hitting their mouth, you are making an animal eat, forcing them to do something they would rather not due, yet they get soooo damn pissy if you point that out. .and I refuse to use the words 'assisted feeding', when I know what i'm doing is forcing them to eat, even if it's for their own good.
And BOY do they get uptight if you refuse to use their PC words "asissted feeding". . I guess it's their way of making themselves feel better for doing something not so nice. . but I'm sorry, a spade's a spade. .cat has no desire to eat, you're forcing it. Why do people have to fancy up things instead of just being honest with themselves??
it sucks. .treasure is my boy, he's only 8. . this is the 4th in the last 15 months. .and he's nto that old, barely 8 yrs old. .. he stepped into the hole Schatzi left back in 2002. It's only a matter of days really, but as long as he enjoys having his ears scritched and plays with the ribbons on a racing blanket I have in the room, we'll keep going, but my pillow will be so empty when it finally is time
Monday, May 24, 2010
another angel gone
Pandora 4/6/94-5/22/10
More on the national when life slows down. . . it was a stressful week, as soon as I left, Pandora crashed at the vet. . .a week later, she slipped away, less than 36 hrs before I got home. .She was 16 yrs old, but even that wasn't long enough
She was only special to me, a little mongrel blue torbie kitty with an attitude bigger than her body. . .I got her 15+ yrs ago when a co worker had to get rid of cats, and I knew she was the one, as she was born on my birthday, and so she came to live with me and the dogs
She was the prissy princess, loving to snuggle, barely put up with her little brothers who towards the end would harass her to no end, and since she weighed in at 5 lbs to their 15+ lbs, I had to step in on that.
She moved from TX to NY to MD with me, a constant mouthy companion, she didn't put up with much from anyone. She had an attitude, but I loved it.
20 months ago, she was diganosed with thyroid disease, which we maintained with meds, and even tho she dropped down to 5-5.5 lbs, she maintained that weight for over a year. . .visiting the Vets when I went out of town to make sure she got her meds, which she enjoyed, I called it the spa away from the brats . She got all the canned food she could eat, scritches from the nurses, spoiled rotten
I almost cancelled my trip when she started acting sick two fridays ago, but thought it was the cold that had started going thru the dogs. Knowing she'd be better off at the vets, which is something between an ER & a normal vet, with hrs 7am -11pm, 7 days a week, I reluctantly left her, and headed off. . five hours into the trip I get a call that she'd crashed, they did a chemscreen and SubQ fluids, and by the time we got to the hotel, she'd perked up slightly. The next day, they called to tell me she was eating like a piggy.
THe week was a whirlwind of activities along with worry as she would get better, only to get worse. . .the chemscreen came back almost perfect, which confused the vet . .by Thursday, if I hadn't driven out with my handler, I'd've raced home, as I had a feeling this was it. . .
Friday night, she was in my thoughts all night long, and I sent out a thought to her not to hold on for me, if she was ready to go, go. .. that mommy still loved her even if I couldn't hold her one last time. Yeah, cheesy, but it comforts me. . .
Saturday morning, I got awaken by a call, the call I didn't want, my sweet little princess had slipped away from her failing body. . .the vacation I'd been looking forward to for months, became the vacation from hell . .and I feel so bad for not being there to hold her. . .
These are my kids, so it kills me to lose them. .people tell me it gets easier, but after 15 yrs, gotta say, it doesn't get easier, it hurts like hell each time I lose one of them. She was a sweet loving soul, not important to anyone but me, but she was my baby girl
Find Obie & Kyra up there sweetie. . and wait for mommy
Sunday, December 13, 2009
cat training
So, this is the first litter i've had that the cats didn't have access to the puppies from a young age. I took Pippens, the resident dog/cat down to see them, but he was out of his element and was not happy, so didn't do it again. But last week, when I went to pick up Umbra's Rimadyl, I took the "Tank" AKA Ziva to the vet's, as well as Gossip, to get weights. Gossip weighed in at 67 lbs, Ziva, at nto quite 9 months, was 63. She's not tall, she's got body to her, I love it. . .she's always been my israeli tank LOL
Anyway, while we were there, she took a nibble at the vet office kitty, not a lunge, but a nibble. I gave her a correction, and that nite, we started real
cat training.
Years ago, when I was doing Greyhound rescue, I came up with a way to cat train them . .. as well as cat test them . .it's up on my website(www.mielikkishunt.com/wwwcattraining.htm if I'm not mistaken), and that's the method we are using. She is currently in her harness, on leash, tied to the bed, as it's sturdy enough if she lunges, it's not moving, with a racing muzzle on. After an hour of standing, just watching hte kitties, not intently, but with a very very confused look on her face, she relaxed enough to lay down next to Gossip and her bed. Gossip has this look of absolute disgust on her face, how dare I bring this whipper snapper into her domain. . .Treasure doens't trust her, he hasn't come down from his perch, Pippens keeps going up and sniffing her, making her even more confused.
This is important training if she's ever to have bedrights, as the cats rule here. . .she was a bit overwhelmed, stress panting, but it's good for her. Reba's racing muzzle barely fits her, but it's working.
I love the fact my three boys aren't too bothered by her. They did hiss at her when she entered, but then, she's a strange dog, i'm glad they did. Hopefully she'll end up meeting the pointy end of one of the kitties and will decide it's not worth it.
It's times like this I miss my Schatzi. Eighteen pounds of German mongrel kitty, he was my self imposed puppy trainer. He would wait until he deemed them ready, ignoring them unless they got in his face, but when he deemed they were ready, he would walk right up to them and wack the crap out of them. He only had to do i ta few times before the dogs all respected him. I remember my 2nd Greyhound. . Athena wasn't the bravest of dogs, she really was a weenie, and one day when she was a yearling, I heard her whining and whining and couldn't figure out where she was. Walked into the hallway, she was stuck, there was a cat in each doorway, all but Schatzi weighing 1/6 of what she did, but she refused to move over them. I had to bodily pick one up, at which point she shot thru that doorway like her tail was on fire.
He had the greyhounds and my first Borzoi trained to the point that a cat could push them off their bones or food and they wouldn't do a thing about it. Kyra would not allow another dog to approach her food bowl, but the cats were fine.
Pippens has a great chance of becoming another dog trainer. He has no fear, he will bite them or wack them unlike his two big brothers who will just hide if they get too unruly, tho I have caught them both headbutting and loving on Gossip, who is a very calm house dog. Panda's too small to risk with an unknown, she only weighs about 6 lbs now. But Pippens, Pips reminds me of Schatzi
Pip has the same balls Schatzi did, and has taken raw marrow bones from all my adult girls, and they just give me a look that clearly says MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. .I don't encourage it, but he does it behind my back. Only time I've had one of the girls look at him cross eyed was when he tried to push his way into a bowl with steak leftovers in it. I reprimanded the girl, but picked his fuzzy little butt up and took him away. No reason to risk an injury.
By the next morning, Ziva had relaxed enough to fall asleep. I kept an ear out for any noises, didn't sleep well that night, but she was a good girl, no sudden lunges, nothing. And the kitties relaxed enough I had the three boys in bed with me.
We'll continue this training, but I think she'll be ok, like the rest of my girls, Gossip loves her kitties, Dei puts up with them, and Kani is terrified of them LOL Touchet is a good girl, and pretty much ignores them. . the two boys, nope, dont' trust 'em further than I can throw 'me.
c
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Roy Hobbes 7/92-7/09
December 2006, Idiot came to help me pack the U-Haul,end of an era of my life, yeah, at least he was nice enough to come help me do that considering how he had royally karked up my life beyond repair it feels like sometimes. When he showed up, my grey Tabby Hobbes went absolutely nuts. He'd always been idiot's cat, but I refused to let Idiot take him, not when he lived with the scumbag and her child. Afraid that Hobbes would be abused as he had not grown up with kids, and at 15, was too old IMHO to have to learn. So when Idiot told me he'd gone home to live with his Mommy, and asked if he could take Hobbes, tho it killed my heart, seeing how happy Hobbes was to see the Idiot, I said yeah, knowing his mother would make sure Hobbes would get the medical care geriatric kitties end up needing, so knowing he'd be well cared for by Idiot's parents if not by him himself. made Idiot promise to let me know when Hobbes was gone, as well as to cremate him and send him back.
I've wondered the last year if Hobbes was still alive. He wasn't any special type of kitty, just a German Mongrel that Idiot brought home Summer of 93 as a yearling. He made the move from Kaiserslautern Germany to Texas to NY. He was a big lanky kitty, built a lot like a Cheetah, constantly into things, busy busy busy. My favorite memories of him are him waiting to sabotage Idiot's train under the xmas tree, and him helping me with various computer things. He was the computer junky. Was intrigued something fierce by the computer.
He almost died from a spider bite in TX, but otherwise was pretty much healthy except for a bout of Urinary Tract Blockage his entire life. He was opinionated(aren't most kitties), sweet, and a huge chicken. He bore scars on his head from Schatzi knocking the crap out of him one day. He was a great kitty, and my life's been emptier without him.
Got an email on my yahoo account, haven't checked it in awhile, that he was gone. . .At least Idiot kept that promise, tho he broke so many, including the promise he'd cremate my Hobbes and send him to be put in the box with Sushi, Schatzi, Cleo, Fidget, Abu, all who've gone before him. All who were his buddies in crime. I got Sushi when we moved back to the states, and he became Hobbes's best friend. They buried him, kinda ticks me off to no end, but at least I know he was loved these last few years.
He was a great, funny cat, and I still love him something fierce. It was hard letting him go, but I could see on his silly little face how happy he was to see Idiot(at least one of us was), so it made it easier.
Rest in peace my Roy Hobbes, torment the puppies, annoy Schatzi, and keep the rest of them company til it's time to meet me at the bridge.
Mommy & 16.5 yr old Pandora, who's still going
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
LGRA nats
don't you hate when the world seems to conspire against ya?
I've been hoping to go to the LGRA/NOTRA nationals all year. .. but the $1300 vet bill in June, now the vet bills with the thyroid kitty(and no, I'm not putting her down, her quality of life is healthy, she's just on meds and CBC checks for the rest of her life), on top of having to take more time off to go home for xmas(not that i'm complaining) which resulted in no extra time off, I couldn't figure out how to drive. . It'd be four days off just for driving time as it was.
Oh, wait Vanessa was going. . so I could always give her gas money and she'd take Gossip, she'd already told me she could. . no problem, oh damn, Vanessa's girl came into season early and now she's got puppies in the oven, due that week. . ok, Wiz's Dad was all gungho to go with his boy, oh damn, he's going back to school and doesn't know what's going on time wise, and he's got the same issue I have, an old car, would it make it? My neon has less miles on it, but it's still 11 yrs old. .
Then one of her fans said she might be able to take her, as she could use the help with gas. . she decided not to go, the entry for her breed SUXS and is not worth spending $1000 to get there(THAT I understand). And it seems nobody else is going from the NE. .
Damn
I even went so far as to think of flying down. I want to see friends I haven't seen in YEARS,and run her against Nitro & Tornado, but it just ain't going to happen. Even if I could afford to fly her down, I'm worried the airlines in dallas, who are known for being pricks won't let her fly home in a 500. And unlike other people, when I say I can't afford something, I can't afford it, and I CAN'T afford to ship her in a 700. It was pushing her to give someone gas to drive her there and fly down to run her. Not that it's really worth it to spend all that money for one day, as i don't know if she'll even run NOTRA
Oh well. . it'll make her detractors happy.
Oh well, the local event may be decent size with at least one person coming from WAY out of the area
Good news is she's still doing well with our Rally, hope to have myself sure enough to try her for a leg in November, she's also slowly gathering speed in agility, and loves to work. She's a white & brindle border collie :)
And Good news Pandora has gained back about 8 oz's since she was diagnosed with thyroid disease. . considering she was down to under 6 lbs, that's a GOOD thing.
Cleaned out the trunk of the car tonite, will clean out the front so I can fit four dogs in it. Chantilly & Juls are going with me this weekend to see if Chantily'll run and get Juls boxbroke. She's my borrowed running dog for coursing since I dn't have an open. LOL. And she'll hit oval & LGRA as I do this fall. She's a sweet pretty girl, and I can't wait for Bonnie to breed her, as she will produce some gorgeous babies. Both these last things help make up for not being able to go to BFE to the LGRA nats.
I've been hoping to go to the LGRA/NOTRA nationals all year. .. but the $1300 vet bill in June, now the vet bills with the thyroid kitty(and no, I'm not putting her down, her quality of life is healthy, she's just on meds and CBC checks for the rest of her life), on top of having to take more time off to go home for xmas(not that i'm complaining) which resulted in no extra time off, I couldn't figure out how to drive. . It'd be four days off just for driving time as it was.
Oh, wait Vanessa was going. . so I could always give her gas money and she'd take Gossip, she'd already told me she could. . no problem, oh damn, Vanessa's girl came into season early and now she's got puppies in the oven, due that week. . ok, Wiz's Dad was all gungho to go with his boy, oh damn, he's going back to school and doesn't know what's going on time wise, and he's got the same issue I have, an old car, would it make it? My neon has less miles on it, but it's still 11 yrs old. .
Then one of her fans said she might be able to take her, as she could use the help with gas. . she decided not to go, the entry for her breed SUXS and is not worth spending $1000 to get there(THAT I understand). And it seems nobody else is going from the NE. .
Damn
I even went so far as to think of flying down. I want to see friends I haven't seen in YEARS,and run her against Nitro & Tornado, but it just ain't going to happen. Even if I could afford to fly her down, I'm worried the airlines in dallas, who are known for being pricks won't let her fly home in a 500. And unlike other people, when I say I can't afford something, I can't afford it, and I CAN'T afford to ship her in a 700. It was pushing her to give someone gas to drive her there and fly down to run her. Not that it's really worth it to spend all that money for one day, as i don't know if she'll even run NOTRA
Oh well. . it'll make her detractors happy.
Oh well, the local event may be decent size with at least one person coming from WAY out of the area
Good news is she's still doing well with our Rally, hope to have myself sure enough to try her for a leg in November, she's also slowly gathering speed in agility, and loves to work. She's a white & brindle border collie :)
And Good news Pandora has gained back about 8 oz's since she was diagnosed with thyroid disease. . considering she was down to under 6 lbs, that's a GOOD thing.
Cleaned out the trunk of the car tonite, will clean out the front so I can fit four dogs in it. Chantilly & Juls are going with me this weekend to see if Chantily'll run and get Juls boxbroke. She's my borrowed running dog for coursing since I dn't have an open. LOL. And she'll hit oval & LGRA as I do this fall. She's a sweet pretty girl, and I can't wait for Bonnie to breed her, as she will produce some gorgeous babies. Both these last things help make up for not being able to go to BFE to the LGRA nats.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Pandora & Goals
Got the call last night, Pandora has thyroid disease. . problem is with cats, it's hyperthyroid, and a lot harder to maintain than with dogs. it is caused by a noncancerous tumour on the thyroid gland(s)
Treatment entails
1. Radiation treatment. . depending on where you look, that's $600-$2000 with a vet visit of 5 days to 2 wks. But it cures her.
2. Surgery. Well, with the usual risks of surgery on a geriatric cat, there's also the worry that if you only take one lobe of the thyroid, it'll come back on the other, and if you get the parathyroid you can cause calcium level problems, and it could come back in thyroid tissue in other parts of the body, meaning thus no cure. Could also cause laryngeal paralysis and then you have to treat hypothyroid instead of hyperthyroid
3. Control the disease It doesn't cure her, and can be a roller coaster. . there are sideaffects.
But we also have to see if she has kidney/liver or heart disease, which means giving her transdermal meds for a few months and retesting her. Dr E's specialty was Endocrinology, so I am in good hands. . .I'm aiming towards the lsat two. . .I'm not willing to radiate a 14+ yr old kitty. . .and then not being able to hold her for up to 2 wks. . no thanks
So that's what's up with my Panda-dora. . .
Been noticing my clothes are hanging off me more, YEAH!! But been afraid to get on the scale. .finally got brave and faced the dragon, 5 lbs down the drain, HURRAY!!! :) Doing the Obediance & Agility sure has helped.
Off to a funmatch with Grins tomorrow, oh boy. . someone shoot me now LOL I'm sure he'll make an ass out of me.
Treatment entails
1. Radiation treatment. . depending on where you look, that's $600-$2000 with a vet visit of 5 days to 2 wks. But it cures her.
2. Surgery. Well, with the usual risks of surgery on a geriatric cat, there's also the worry that if you only take one lobe of the thyroid, it'll come back on the other, and if you get the parathyroid you can cause calcium level problems, and it could come back in thyroid tissue in other parts of the body, meaning thus no cure. Could also cause laryngeal paralysis and then you have to treat hypothyroid instead of hyperthyroid
3. Control the disease It doesn't cure her, and can be a roller coaster. . there are sideaffects.
But we also have to see if she has kidney/liver or heart disease, which means giving her transdermal meds for a few months and retesting her. Dr E's specialty was Endocrinology, so I am in good hands. . .I'm aiming towards the lsat two. . .I'm not willing to radiate a 14+ yr old kitty. . .and then not being able to hold her for up to 2 wks. . no thanks
So that's what's up with my Panda-dora. . .
Been noticing my clothes are hanging off me more, YEAH!! But been afraid to get on the scale. .finally got brave and faced the dragon, 5 lbs down the drain, HURRAY!!! :) Doing the Obediance & Agility sure has helped.
Off to a funmatch with Grins tomorrow, oh boy. . someone shoot me now LOL I'm sure he'll make an ass out of me.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Stupid dog owners & Vet visits
Took Umbra & Pandora in for checkups last night, Umbra needs his teeth cleaned and his rabies shot updated. . Pandora needed a CBC, I'm afraid she's got one of the three geriatric cat baddies(CRF, Diabetes or Thyroid problems)
Dr E gave Umbra a nice, very thorough checkthrough, and gave him a thumbs up in health except for those icky teeth. .heart, lungs & eyes all look good, and he manipulated every bit and piece of him looking for lumps and bumps and pains. . nothing. . We did find a fleshy tumour in his jaw :( And now I sit and wait in trepidation worrying about that until his teeth get done.
Pandora's lost over 2 lbs since January. Now it could be the 45 lbs of bratcats aren't letting her be in peace long enough to eat, but at almost 14.5, I worry. . when you're worried, never come home after a visit to the vet and search the internet, all it does is scare you shitless. . .I was upset last night thinking this was the end, even BEFORE the CBC came back. Why? Because Diabetes seems to be a hard ass disease to handle, Thyroid is not as easy as it is with dogs. CRF i've dealt with, those others seem scarier, which is sad.
Now to wait. . .::SIGH::
As I was waiting to check out(I love Dr E, I always get out of there for far less than I expect LOL), this idiot comes in with a male Golden, off lead, who charges Umbra. . who I have sitting quietly next to me, in the corner by the desk, not a lot of room between the desk and the window. . .The owner's yelling at Chester to come(WTF is your leash DUDE?!?!), and I step around as he lunges at Umbra and give the huge growl that Bonnie's taught me, the dog stopped and looked at me strange, the owner gave me a dirty look(yeah, dude, well, it'd've been dirtier if my large, cornered unaltered male had put a hole in your damn dog!)
as I pull out money to pay, he leaves the exam room to get his other dogs, and damned if that damn dog Chester didn't do it again. . .
All I gotta say is Kudos to Umbra. .I'd've nailed the little puckerhead. . .But he was a good boy, just leaned into Mom instead of doing what I wouldn't've blamed him to, flipping that little idiot of a dog adn telling him off
Dr E gave Umbra a nice, very thorough checkthrough, and gave him a thumbs up in health except for those icky teeth. .heart, lungs & eyes all look good, and he manipulated every bit and piece of him looking for lumps and bumps and pains. . nothing. . We did find a fleshy tumour in his jaw :( And now I sit and wait in trepidation worrying about that until his teeth get done.
Pandora's lost over 2 lbs since January. Now it could be the 45 lbs of bratcats aren't letting her be in peace long enough to eat, but at almost 14.5, I worry. . when you're worried, never come home after a visit to the vet and search the internet, all it does is scare you shitless. . .I was upset last night thinking this was the end, even BEFORE the CBC came back. Why? Because Diabetes seems to be a hard ass disease to handle, Thyroid is not as easy as it is with dogs. CRF i've dealt with, those others seem scarier, which is sad.
Now to wait. . .::SIGH::
As I was waiting to check out(I love Dr E, I always get out of there for far less than I expect LOL), this idiot comes in with a male Golden, off lead, who charges Umbra. . who I have sitting quietly next to me, in the corner by the desk, not a lot of room between the desk and the window. . .The owner's yelling at Chester to come(WTF is your leash DUDE?!?!), and I step around as he lunges at Umbra and give the huge growl that Bonnie's taught me, the dog stopped and looked at me strange, the owner gave me a dirty look(yeah, dude, well, it'd've been dirtier if my large, cornered unaltered male had put a hole in your damn dog!)
as I pull out money to pay, he leaves the exam room to get his other dogs, and damned if that damn dog Chester didn't do it again. . .
All I gotta say is Kudos to Umbra. .I'd've nailed the little puckerhead. . .But he was a good boy, just leaned into Mom instead of doing what I wouldn't've blamed him to, flipping that little idiot of a dog adn telling him off
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Life
Took gossip & Dei out front, and Gossip ran herself til her tongue hung out 6 inches LOL And seemed to be sound, time'll tell. I hope to get her to the oval next weekend and run her a practice and see if that toe holds up. That'll tell me if she's ready to go.
She's also starting to do her flip return on the world FLIP! Which has me tickled pink.
Home is lonely without Fidget, but I know it was for the best, even as I miss her. . from 8 kitties 2 yrs ago to 4 today. . .thankfully three of them are young, with just Prissy Pandora the sole remaining geriatric at 14.
She's also starting to do her flip return on the world FLIP! Which has me tickled pink.
Home is lonely without Fidget, but I know it was for the best, even as I miss her. . from 8 kitties 2 yrs ago to 4 today. . .thankfully three of them are young, with just Prissy Pandora the sole remaining geriatric at 14.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
saying goodby
Fidget was found abandoned in the mountains of germany over 16 yrs ago, she never forgave the human race for the crap she went thru as a wee tiny baby. Never warmed up to us, would shy from me, I had to chase her down to give her any sort of loving. She loved her kitty sibs, and would play and snuggle and bath, but humans are only good to fill the food bowl, fill the water bowl, empty the crapper and turn on the heating blanket.
At her healthiest, she may've weighed 8 lbs, today, she may weigh 2-3, and I think I'm going to have to let her go today.
She was diagnosed with kidney failure back in January, I hate this fucking disease. This will be the third confirmed case I've had in two years, and i wonder if it was the food, as I fed a lot of the food that was recalled over the years.
Up until this last week, she's been doign well, eating decently even tho she's lost weight, not having problems moving around, but last night was hard, she kept meeping, but I couldn't figure out why, it tore at my heart. I woke up to her curled up against my legs, but was so worried about accidentally rolling over on her since she weighs nothing, that I put her in a crate with a towel, opened, but that way the monster threesome couldn't bother her
She got up this morning to get something to drink, but still not hungry. I left this morning with her hunched over on her towel like she's in pain, but not interested in food. I tried to move her back to the crate, and she hopped out and stumbled back to the shelf she's been sleeping on, dragging her back feet.
I wiped food on her nose, she didn't eat, her nose is no longer pink, so i think the anemia that finally took Cleo has her in it's cluthces now. She's nothing but a tiny ancient looking kitty. .
You know you've got a true friend when she's willing to call and make the appointment cuz you know you won't be able to get it out without crying your heart out.
Doesn't mean I'm not crying, just don't have to get words out while I'm crying, and so glad my back is to the door of my cubicleso nobody can see me bawling.
But she'll have plenty of company with her big brother Schatzi, and Mama Cleo, mr I am Siamese if you please Sushi, Abu the chatterbox, and sweet shy spook, and the little angel I didn't have long enough Morgaine, let alone the dogs. . .my home'll just be empty without her evil little looks, her growling when I pick her up, and the insistant squeaks when she hears the can opener.
When she laid on the bed this morning and let me scritch her chin, and didn't move, I had to realise she's tired of this world.
This isn't the first, it's not even the 12th time I've lost someone i've loved. . .When does it stop hurting so much to let them go. .she's not my first, she's not even my tenth, she doesn't love me, so why does it hurt so much.
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan." ----Irving Townsend
At her healthiest, she may've weighed 8 lbs, today, she may weigh 2-3, and I think I'm going to have to let her go today.
She was diagnosed with kidney failure back in January, I hate this fucking disease. This will be the third confirmed case I've had in two years, and i wonder if it was the food, as I fed a lot of the food that was recalled over the years.
Up until this last week, she's been doign well, eating decently even tho she's lost weight, not having problems moving around, but last night was hard, she kept meeping, but I couldn't figure out why, it tore at my heart. I woke up to her curled up against my legs, but was so worried about accidentally rolling over on her since she weighs nothing, that I put her in a crate with a towel, opened, but that way the monster threesome couldn't bother her
She got up this morning to get something to drink, but still not hungry. I left this morning with her hunched over on her towel like she's in pain, but not interested in food. I tried to move her back to the crate, and she hopped out and stumbled back to the shelf she's been sleeping on, dragging her back feet.
I wiped food on her nose, she didn't eat, her nose is no longer pink, so i think the anemia that finally took Cleo has her in it's cluthces now. She's nothing but a tiny ancient looking kitty. .
You know you've got a true friend when she's willing to call and make the appointment cuz you know you won't be able to get it out without crying your heart out.
Doesn't mean I'm not crying, just don't have to get words out while I'm crying, and so glad my back is to the door of my cubicleso nobody can see me bawling.
But she'll have plenty of company with her big brother Schatzi, and Mama Cleo, mr I am Siamese if you please Sushi, Abu the chatterbox, and sweet shy spook, and the little angel I didn't have long enough Morgaine, let alone the dogs. . .my home'll just be empty without her evil little looks, her growling when I pick her up, and the insistant squeaks when she hears the can opener.
When she laid on the bed this morning and let me scritch her chin, and didn't move, I had to realise she's tired of this world.
This isn't the first, it's not even the 12th time I've lost someone i've loved. . .When does it stop hurting so much to let them go. .she's not my first, she's not even my tenth, she doesn't love me, so why does it hurt so much.
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan." ----Irving Townsend
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