Nothing has hurt me worse, not even a loss of a family member or friend; the loss of my cat cuts a lot deeper. From Thanksgiving till today her health was deteriorating. There were vet visits, antibiotics a tooth pulling, nothing made it better. We were perplexed by the fact her blood tests came back perfectly fine. X-rays were scheduled and we took her in. We waited for an hour and a half and then the vet called. He said he found several masses in her, some in her stomach which then had spread to her lungs and then her to her brain. He said they were cancerous and surgery was practically out of the question due to her weak condition that couldn't be combated. He said he could give her a steroid shot but it's probability to shrink and work even a little was 10-20%. My mother left the decision to me of what to do. Knowing all of this and how she wasn't going to put on the weight she lost, the fact she wouldn't drink like she used to, that there was no bowel movements made my choice quite easy. It was only an easy decision to make because I couldn't see her in pain, not herself, her suffering. It was not fair to her.
She had miserable beginnings, abandoned as a kitten (by that I mean she was roughly 8 months old when we found her in the garage). She had so many health problems then, was thin, cold and hungry, eye and ear problems. She was found a week before Christmas. And there she stayed. No one claimed her, so she became part of the family. Oreo was there through so much with me I got really attached to her, really quick, having lost my cat that summer , some 5 months ago. She became my child. She didn't deserve to have to deal with a debilitating failing health. With the steroids she may have lasted another week, a month, but nothing long. She would have eventually not been able to breath well and she'd only get worse. I was not selfish enough to let her go move down hill....How could I? I told the vet that we'd be putting her to sleep. In about 7-10 days I'll get her ashes; we opted for cremation because we couldn't really bury her living where we are now.
I made the decision as well to stay in the office with her as the vet administered the drug until she had passed. I wanted to be with till the very end...
It's really painful....This cat wandered into my life a week before Christmas 11 years ago, only then to leave the day after Christmas.
She's my baby whether alive or not.
She passed around 11:55AM on Friday December 26th.
The break keeps getting more rough with each day. But at least I was able to say goodbye.
Rest In Peace Oreo.