|Baby in her last hours|
Her problems started in September 2014 when she stopped eating. She slowly recovered and had a relapse in December. Again she seemed to recover with a lot of love and magic potions.
The internet is an amazing source of information - some good, some bad or dubious. But I tried all sorts of things - wheat grass powder in water, Maple syrup with Bicarbonate of Soda, Vitamin C, Carrot and beetroot juice, plus all the homeopathic drops - she seemed to actually be improving at one stage, eating well, livelier. Then she disappeared for over 2 days, and returned home dehydrated and wouldn't eat.
On Jan 10th she went into the Vet hospital for 2 days for hydration, plus I was convinced to allow them to do a scan and biopsy to confirm what her problem was.
A few days after she returned home, a lump started growing on her belly and her condition seemed to deteriorate. Some days she would eat, other days she wouldn't. These last 2 days she was eating like a wolf but could hardly stand up for long periods...
Last night I took her to my bedroom and lay her on a bench at the foot of the bed, but I could feel she wasn't resting. A couple of hours later I heard strange noises and switched on the light to see her having fits. I woke up my husband and we drove to Murdoch Vet Hospital where I asked she be put to sleep as soon as possible. While we filled in an admission form, Baby was taken inside and they put a catheter on her. Then they took us to the "Grieving room", a small dimmed lit room beautifully decorated with photos of cats and dogs with their names, presumably sent in by their thankful owners.
We sat down and a Vet brought Baby in for me to hold and spend some time with, but I could see she was struggling and I asked him to give her the injection soonest. He did it and had to get a refill as she was still breathing. A minute later she was gone...
I held her for a few minutes and then handed her to the Vet for cremation.
I will miss her company on my desk, she loved lying near me usually putting her head on the keyboard as I typed away...loved getting into boxes and confined spaces, like all cats do!
|My computer mate|
She was quiet, except when she hear the sound of a tin being opened, then she would be in the kitchen in a flash miawing until she got fed. She was a bit of a loner, not mixing with the other cats, but she loved human company, loved having her fur brushed while she rolled from side to side...
I'm sorry I should have let you go earlier, but I thought I could beat this scourge!
Rest in Peace, we will miss you!
Fluffy and Twiggy were a bit tonight, smelling the place where you were last, looking for you...
|Mommy, Baby (in front) with 5 of the 8 kittens they had|