I’m so sorry for the loss of everyone's beloved friends. We just lost our girl on September 10th.
Kali was fourteen, but in really good shape for her age. About a month ago, she was diagnosed with a liver tumor, but unsure if it was benign or malignant. Everything we researched said treatment of choice was surgery and there is often a complete recovery.
Two nights before the surgery, she and my husband spent the whole evening outside together. At one point she chased a fox down our long driveway, but mostly was content just lying nearby.
The night before her surgery, we gave her a bath. She ran around afterward like a puppy, rolling on her back – getting so excited she pounced on her bed in the living room and knocked over some items on the corner shelf. She also sneaked up on my spot on the sofa while I was cooking dinner. We went for a walk around the property. We dropped a couple of pork chop tidbits on the kitchen and let her find them. At 11:45pm, I brought her bowl of water to her to see if she wanted to drink some (no food or water after midnight), but she didn’t seem interested. I kissed her and said goodnight.
We waited at the vets during surgery. At one point, the doctor gave us the choice of continuing on to remove the tumor or closing her back up. It was in a very vascular area, so it would be risky with a lot of bleeding.
We were told it was definitely cancer and she would only have about a month to live otherwise. It was a hard decision. But we decided to give her every possible chance to survive. If we took her home, we would very soon have to decide when to have her euthanized, so they continued with the operation. The tumor was removed, but she lost too much blood. She was even given a transfusion, but she didn’t make it. We cried and cried, but knew we made the best decision for her.
We took her home and laid her in front of the fireplace just we did with her brother, Kasi, three years ago. The next morning we took her to be cremated. In the days following, our cat Rocky would sit in front of the master bedroom doorway and meow. That’s where Kali would sleep. He lost his buddy.
She was especially attached to my husband. She needed to be by his side or, at least. know where he was always. Not separation anxiety – she did fine when we left the house – she just needed to know he was ok when he was home.
We miss her so much – the house is so lonely without her…everything reminds us of her. I keep thinking I see her or hear her collar jingling, but it’s only a shadow or another sound. It’s hard to concentrate. We are lost without her.
Thanks for reading - I know this was long.