ME, I just joined the Forum today, and was immediately drawn to your posts. First, let me tell you how very sorry I am for your loss. I realize there are no words that can lessen the pain you are feeling deep in your heart, and it sounds trivial for me to say that I understand how you're feeling, even though I, too, have lost several precious cats since moving to FL. In 1994. The oldest was a "stray" that I rescued from my mother's neighbor, a man who "collected" strays, allowed them to breed, & then sold the kittens at a local flea market. I was working at a pet supply store at the time, after quitting my job as a RN (I was the Head Nurse of a 50 bed Oncology/General Med. Unit, but chose to quit to help my Mom care for my Dad who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's in 1987), and this enabled me to confiscate over 30 "stray" cats and one Jack Russell Terrier from my Mom's abusive neighbor. Although I was tempted to keep every cat that I brought to the store, I knew this was not feasible. We had an excellent adoption program, therefore I am certain that each ended up in good homes. I did keep the 1st cat I had taken, Kalaidopy (she came with the name) as we became quite attached to her, AND she was pregnant when I got her in 1991(our vet estimated her to be 12-13 years old at that time). I actually adopted one of her kittens, my angel cat, Bogie (a female Lynx Point Siamese- Mom was a Tortie Point) and brought her home with me. Kalaidopy remained a store cat,( and actually nursed 2 more litters of abandoned kittens before we had her
spayed) until we moved to FL. in '94. A year after after I adopted Bogie, I adopted Bacall, a purebred Ragdoll. She is the only one of the 3 that I still have with me. Kalaidopy got sick and went downhill quickly, and we had to have he euthanized in 2000- we figure she was about 21 years old by then, but that didn't make it any easier for us to let her go. One year later, Bogie was diagnosed with thyroid disease, and a few months after that she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was devastated. We were able to keep her going, often times needing to hydrate her with I.V. fluids for 2-3 days at a time. Yet, she never complained, never fought me when I had to put the I.V. needle in her arm or leg, and she would come when I called her to take her handful of pills. She truly was my angel cat! We were blessed to have her live for 2 more years. I knew it was time to let her go when she stopped coming when I called her to take her meds. It was her way of telling me, "Mom, I've had enough, I'm ready to go". She was 12 years old when I had to say "goodbye" to the best cat I've ever had the honor of being owned by. To this day I still miss her as much as if she just passed yesterday. Then, 4 years ago I was nearly destroyed when my baby, Bacall, went into Acute Renal Failure. Our vet told me to prepare myself for the worst. However, that was not acceptable to me. I researched everything I could about the disease, and told the vet that if she would survive if she were to have a kidney transplant, I was prepared to go to that extreme. He thought I was crazy, as the cost of this surgery could be between $8-10,000,not to mention the
cost of the meds she would have to take for the rest of her life to prevent her body from rejecting the kidney, somewhere in the neighborhood of $1-1,500/month. We decided to try a more conventional approach-restricted diet, increased fluid intake, etc.- and her condition slowly improved to the point where they changed her diagnosis from Acute to Chronic Renal Failure. She continued to do well, her lab work was almost within the normal range after about 6 months, & she was acting like "my baby" once again-until 8 months ago. Once again she ended up at the vets, unable to eat or drink without throwing up, and her lab work was horrible. This time we started her on a new medication, a capsule the size of a multivitamin, that I have to shove down her throat 2/day. In addition, I have to give her a 1/4 tab of Pepcid 2/day. Needless to say, she's not a happy camper! Unlike her "sister", Bogie, Bacall has never liked to be messed with, and tries her best NOT to be cooperative. I often question whether or not I'm doing the right thing, especially since her last set of labs didn't show much improvement. Yet, she appears to be feeling better-most of the time-her appetite is a little better, she doesn't throw up as often, she drinks & pees up a storm, and she's not lethargic. I'm keeping my fingers (and toes) crossed, hoping that she continues to do well. She just had her 18th birthday on 5/3, and I'd like to celebrate many more with her. ME, you can see that I do understand the pain and sorrow of losing a beloved pet, and I truly wish I could take some of that away for you. Please know that you are NOT alone. All you have to do is reach out, and a whole community of animal lovers will be there for you.
P.s. I am typing on my IPad, and it won't allow me to download photos of my babies. I wish you could see how beautiful my kids are.