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SavageFaerie -> RE: Fur babies. ( Your real life pets) (8/26/2008 1:30:15 PM)
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I adore animals to distraction, not limited to domestic.
My sister here in nyc has 2 black colored brothers age 13.
While one is perfectly healthy with the exception of thinking his belly needs to be clean to the point of baldness.
Btw his name is Buckethead so your not unique in odd names, this is actually a family pet name, he was named after a small yorkie I had got stuck in a play bucket of the ums at the time, instant name change. When my sister got him this was her first choice thus its become a family name of sorts.
Then we hae Pyewacket. His health is difficult at best, tho closely monitored to make sure sight isnt lost for the quality of his life.
Last year he had full pancreatic shutdown, this was sudden and unexpected. He just collapsed. My sister took him to the vet and with the assesement the vet said dont hold out hope and even advised her to not visit for a couple of days to see if there was any possibility of that 1 % chance. She got a call from the vet two days later to get the hello up there that Pye was awake and up and around abiet far from a full recovery. Since then with the proper care for a fully diabetic cat, blood gluscose testing, insulin, special diet, frequent checkups, he has done outstanding, even with chaotic sugar levels that are treated accordingly. From to low to register to 600. He had shown no hardship and could tell that with the and digilent care he was a happy carefree cat. about 10 days ago we woke and he I knew something wasnt right, told her so and said I would keep a constant eye on him, buy 12:30 I called her and said it was vet time something was definetly wrong. Again, no prior systems. With ultasound done on his pancreas it should that it was much better no signs and that he could even come of the pancreatic medication. His liver was a bit abnormal but still didnt fit the symptoms, to be save they did a chest xray and there is a distinct lump. He was at the vet 10 days with IV's and very strong antibiotics as his white count was off the chart. Last Thur he was well enough to come home. Over the weekend was a nightmare, perhaps due to stress, coming off the big stuff antibiotic wise who knows, but it didnt look good, we were both of the mind was this the time. He was seen both days over ther weekend, they added subdermal fluids for us to do. Sunday he started showing improvement and its increased every days. He has to be of the most lucky cats or just flat fights to be around. Its been a vvery heart renching couple of weeks but he is still here inproving showing no signs of pain, ect. Just weak still.
I know his time is short as well as my sister, especially with the lump found in his lung. At this point with his health to put him through the rigors of any malignacy would be worse than letting go. So each day is a gift from now till.....cant say it.
To add, my sister has never married, has no children and these are her babies spoiled worse than the human kind. She has gone into incredible debt over the two major setbacks, close to 5k, but their worth to her is enough to borrow that amount off her 401k to pay off the vet and keep a credit for the future for testing ect.
Family indeed they are. One of the primary reason I moved to this big city was to be able to step and be here when she couldnt. Pyewacket is my adopted fav has been for years, he even called me (well mom did) with purr and such because of the bond we do have.
Yes there are those who go to great lengths to and expense to their loved furbabies. My sister is a prime example.
I dont know what is worse, knowing that because of health issues there is limited time, or as in your situation finding out after the fact. I would guess in each of our eyes there is no difference, there is just the loss of the a loved family member.
I have lost beloveds both way its never easy. all taken hard to the point where at athe time even work wasnt an option and had to take time off.
My prayers are with you in your loss, adore the name and hope at somepoint a needful new furbaby finds it way into your life.
If you need to vent, grief or just want to talk to someone with the understanding, leave me a note on the other side.
I hope I have highjacked your file, but oddly it gave me a venue to share just how hard illness and death to furbabies and how damn hard it is to lose one.
My prayers are with you.
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