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Angus

It has been a bad winter for pets.

Angus the little orange cat passed away yesterday. He'd been dropping weight faster than I liked, which we thought was a dental problem, but a week ago he started stumbling. It rapidly became clear that he had terrible vertigo, he began falling even with sitting, and his pupils were different sizes, which is a pretty clear sign of neurological problems. Our options were down to spending an exorbitant amount of money on CAT scans just to confirm what the vet was already sure of--tumor on the inner ear, clearly growing very fast.

There's very little treatment at that point. Even if we could spend an insane sum on brain surgery on a senior cat, even if it was miraculously successful, the inner ear was already damaged and he would spend the rest of his life thinking he was falling over. Since I would not wish my worst enemy to die of vertigo, we put him to sleep yesterday afternoon.

It was a shockingly fast decline and I'm still rather stunned. He was the sweetest little cat in the world, he wanted nothing more than to be on the bed, preferably tucked up against a human. He liked to sleep with his head on other cats' butts, to their general dismay.

I know this is the price of admission for having pets, and I never doubt that I will do it again and again and again, but god, we only lost Brandon last month. Twice in a row like this is hard. We are as skilled as people can be in making these choices, but I'd really like to not exercise that skill for awhile.

Well. Ben (or at least, Ben's butt) was the great love of Angus's life, and I hope they are together again in whatever afterlife awaits cats. And no one else in the house is allowed to die until 2016 at the earliest.

I'm really really sorry for your loss.

Cats are so good at hiding problems. They're amazing at healing from externally inflicted traumas, but often very hard to treat for the failures of their own bodies. There's often a very short period between 'I think there's something wrong with the cat' and saying goodbye. All the love in the world can't change that, let alone all the medical intervention, and it's good to not confuse the two in the process.

My condolences on your loss. Knowing it was the deal up at the top of your head doesn't always do all that much for the hollow and howling nearer your heart. I wish you peace and comfort in your memories.

This is very well-put.

We had a little black cat several years ago named Pookie, and he developed a carcinoma on the tongue; unfortunately, we took him to the vet too late, and there was basically nothing that could be done. If you amputate a cat's tongue, of course, there's no real way he can live.

I'd like to kick myself for not being proactive and doing everything necessary right away, but there's no way of telling if he could have been saved. I'm so sorry for your loss and am really impressed at how well you take care of your animals.

Sorry for your loss. :( I agree, may Death give your place a wide berth for the next year at least!

You don't know me, but you have my sympathy. Losing pets is hard. Losing them quickly, I think is harder. Losing more than one pet in quick succession sucks major donkey balls.

I must know you a little--I drew that icon! (Well, back when I was working under a pen name...)

My condolences. It's hard to lose a furry friend even though we know when we adopt them that they have shorter lifespans then humans *sigh*

Shakatany

I'm so sorry. Our Angus cat adored BoyZilla. I have a photo of them both sound asleep in my son's crib, back-to-back, in almost identical poses. Lothy, in my userpic, had a heart murmur that kept her from getting spayed. She was the only in-tact cat in our household for 19 years, and she ruled it with an iron claw. Your Angus was loved, and he showed his love in return by tucking against you, his people, to sleep.

I'm so sorry for your loss.


Well thats just shitty for all concerned :(

I weep with you.

Which is a problem because I've got a meeting in something like 15 minutes.

My heart hurts for you. May he find Ben among the sunny fields of catnip, where soft pillows and bowls of shrimp abound.

(userpic = Misha, gone to the Summerlands 7 years ago this month, and still making snarky feline comments in my heart.)

Edited at 2015-02-26 08:11 pm (UTC)

I'm so sorry. [huge hug]

Aw, I'm sorry to hear!

It has been a hard year, indeed. I've known too many people who have had losses over the last three months, my mom's cat included in that. :c

My sincere condolences.

Any year you lose a pet is a bad year.

I'm glad you were able to make a decision about this. I hate it when the right thing is the most horrible thing.

Gonna go shower my own dogs with treats and hugs and tears.