It was October 2007. I’d taken two weeks off work so I could go to my sister Sue’s wedding and attend my grandfather’s memorial service and interment. All the family came from around the world. We were surrounded by family for two weeks as we viewed waterfalls, walked on the suspension bridge, and just chatted.
I’d already known something was up before our trip. Our cat Pumpkin was six years old and the internet sites claimed he was senior. I clung to that as an answer to what was wrong. He’d wet outside the litter box a few times. Which was something that was fixed by buying him a litter box with a low entrance. And he just seemed off kilter. Then we came home from our vacation and discovered Pumpkin, who had earned the nickname Plumpkin, was nothing but skin and bones. He’d been his usual weight when we left and was skin and bones when we got home. We took a picture right before we left and another when we got home and he didn’t even look like the same cat. I’d had no idea cats could lose weight that fast. The girl who’d been watching the cats was so upset. I assured her it had nothing to do with her and it hadn’t.
We took Pumpkin to the vet, who instantly diagnosed him with fatty liver disease. He could be admitted and tube and IV fed until he gained enough weight but that was expensive and failed more than it succeeded.
I was waiting at the bus stop across the street from work when my cell phone rang. It was the vet office with bad news. The test results showed cancer, likely liver cancer, and there was nothing they could do, he was too far gone. We took him in to get euthanized the next day. We weren’t supposed to go on the bus without a carrier but the driver took one look at our emaciated cat and our tear streaked faces and let us on board without a word.
A month later we all wanted a new cat. Our searching led us to Pet Smart’s adoption centre. I’d told the woman that we were looking for an older cat and she showed us a couple, hiding at the back of their cages. Then Kait cried out, “Look at this cat!”
The lady’s first response was, “That’s not an older cat, those are kittens” and then she saw which kitten it was and her tone changed.
“Oh you want one of our black kitties,” she exclaimed. “Let me get the catch open.”
She nearly tripped herself in her haste to get over there. Then she opened the cage and Blackie fell into our hearts.
Blackie is our snuggler and the licker of noses. When she wanted food she’d march down the hall, turning regularly to make sure I was still following and giving a scolding meow if I wasn’t following quickly enough for her tastes.
Anyone who has ever worn black knows it can hide a multitude of “sins”, plus she still has her round little belly that sways as she walks. It wasn’t until I ran my hand down her back that I realized how much weight she’d lost. She’s a head scratching cat, not a cat that wants long, stroking pets. I have no real idea of how long she’s been losing weight. I’m leaning towards very quickly though. And, if that wasn’t enough, she started sneezing.
Colin and I took her to the vet last week where she got weighed and checked out. She had a cold and the beginnings of fatty liver syndrome. The vet could do more tests but, since she’s 11, it would cost $260 for a senior’s bloodwork… on top of the check up fees. That was about $260 more than we had. So we got antibiotics and a brief mention of euthanizing. The antibiotics are done but the wheeze continues. Thankfully it’s in her nose and not her lungs. Her nose means a cold, while her lungs are so much more serious. But this cold is kicking her butt.
She’s currently curled up on my bed and she looks peculiar lying there, like half of her is missing. Which it is, she’s gone from 20lbs down to nine. She’s so tiny now, with bird thin bones. I can even feel her collar bones.
One of my Facebook friends suggested heating her food, which I tried with her leftovers last night. I was so hopeful that this would be the solution she needed. I heated her wet cat food this morning in hopes she’d scarf it down again. She followed me to the bathroom then refused to eat. She threw up green foamy bile instead, which, according to Google means her tummy is empty.
I’m hoping she’ll live longer. Long enough to lie in the sunshine on our balcony, while the air wafts delightful smells around her nose. Long enough to gain back some weight, enough to cover her collar bones and spine. Long enough to, once again, lead the parade to the food bowls. But I’m realistic enough to know that’s likely not going to happen.
We’ve had her for ten and a half years so far and that’s not nearly long enough. She’ll be sorely missed when she’s gone. And, as for now, I plan on making the remainder of her life warm, safe, and comfortable.
I’m so sorry.
I have a sick cat too. Actually she’s doing better, but got diagnosed with kidney disease, so the future is looking like a long goodbye (could be very long or not so long, I don’t really know).
She’s lying next to me purring right now.
Due to my intense emotions about this, I’m not really able to be very attentive, the topic is just very emotional for me right now.
I love that you are focusing on making her comfortable and cherishing the time you have together.
(((hugs))) I’m sorry to hear you’re going through the same situation. We’ve discovered she’ll eat Temptations cat treats but that’s it, nothing else. I’m not sure if that’s good news or bad but she’s getting something down.
My calico has a chronic “cold” that is actually feline herpes virus. It’s also called feline upper respiratory disease. She’s comfortable enough but has chronic sniffles. Anyway, my vet said to give her l-lysine, which is abundant in chicken. That’s supposed to help her immune system. It seems to bolster her fairly well, although she will lose her appetite when her nose is too stuffy. I’ll use Temptations sometimes but I’ll also use the Whiskas broth pouches when I just need to get calories into her. I also got a nose bulb, like you use for infants, in case I ever have to clear her airway and she actually holds still for it.
All the best to you and your Blackie.
Thank you! Lots of her food cans are chicken so hopefully that’ll help. She hated the broth (darn picky cat LOL) but loves Temptations treats. Luckily her nose has been clear.