I have been a mom to many cats over the years, from my first cat (a kitten that was born in the house I grew up in), to my "failed foster" kitty that I adopted 2 years back.
Today my boyfriend and I are going to be saying goodbye to one of the best cats that has ever shared my life. Drusilla.
She has a long and wonderful story, but I'll put that in a separate thread.
It's this having to make the decision to let her go that is ripping me up inside.
No matter how many cats I've have had to make this decision for, it's always gut wrenching. It never gets any easier and I always torture myself into thinking there was something more I could have done.
Dru started going downhill over a week ago. She'd been on a half tablet of prednisolone for a few months. The vet thought that she could have cancer, or a bad flare of IBD. She was not vomiting, but her gut was not absorbing all the food she was eating.
She'd always had a strong appetite, and had been responding well to the medication until around 10 days ago when she started to eat less, if at all. Her blood tests showed signs of anemia.
The vet bumped her pred dose back up to a full tablet, I tried just about every food I knew of to coax her to eat. The most she would do is a few bites, or a few cat treats.
Then I started syringe feeding her.. she was not happy...
I've made the appointment for this afternoon... but I'm absolutely sick about it. There is part of me that keeps thinking "what if..." but I look at her sleeping, barely able to stand (she's fallen over twice in the past couple days) and wonder what else I could have done for her.
We still have other kitties (and 2 dogs) in our family who need our love and attention, but little Dru's decline is really hitting us hard.
Dru's vet office are a wonderful, caring practice and we'll be there with her. It just rips me up inside that even though we've had almost 16 years together that this is the end of our journey together here on Earth.
Sad kitty parents,
Amy and Eric