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I lost my baby Jax two weeks ago tomorrow, on March 15.
She had lymphoma and the only other option was taking her an hour and a half one way to chemotherapy. The week she died, she lost 2 pounds. She was only 7 pounds to begin with. Jax went from fine to skin and bones in less than a week. She started weaving as she walked. At first I thought it was because she had lost an infected tooth, so I was syringe feeding her baby food on the recommendation of my vet when I called them for assistance. She got stronger and slightly better but then worse, a lot worse. I tried syringe feeding her one afternoon and she tried throwing it back up and didn't have anything left in her to throw up.
The worst part for me was that when I made the call to my vet, it was an hour after my entire family boarded a plane for a 4 hour trip to a sustainable farm conference halfway across the country. I wound up calling a cat rescue friend of ours for help and she came to the vet with me for emotional support.
I was a mess after we made that decision and she made me call my in-laws to help with farm chores that night because I was definitely not ok that afternoon. We sat at the local coffee shop parking lot and cried together for a long time.
The vet sent a lovely card last week and included seed paper with wildflower seeds for a memorial garden for Jax. I have them starting on the windowsill and will be planting them outside come May. Oh, it's hard at night now because I don't have my Jax sleeping curled up across my neck or in the crook of my elbow. My therapy kitty Libby is trying very hard to take over Jax''s nighttime quirks and it helps, but I'm in the market for a cuddler kitten like Jax, because I miss the purrs and comfort she gave at night.
She had lymphoma and the only other option was taking her an hour and a half one way to chemotherapy. The week she died, she lost 2 pounds. She was only 7 pounds to begin with. Jax went from fine to skin and bones in less than a week. She started weaving as she walked. At first I thought it was because she had lost an infected tooth, so I was syringe feeding her baby food on the recommendation of my vet when I called them for assistance. She got stronger and slightly better but then worse, a lot worse. I tried syringe feeding her one afternoon and she tried throwing it back up and didn't have anything left in her to throw up.
The worst part for me was that when I made the call to my vet, it was an hour after my entire family boarded a plane for a 4 hour trip to a sustainable farm conference halfway across the country. I wound up calling a cat rescue friend of ours for help and she came to the vet with me for emotional support.
I was a mess after we made that decision and she made me call my in-laws to help with farm chores that night because I was definitely not ok that afternoon. We sat at the local coffee shop parking lot and cried together for a long time.
The vet sent a lovely card last week and included seed paper with wildflower seeds for a memorial garden for Jax. I have them starting on the windowsill and will be planting them outside come May. Oh, it's hard at night now because I don't have my Jax sleeping curled up across my neck or in the crook of my elbow. My therapy kitty Libby is trying very hard to take over Jax''s nighttime quirks and it helps, but I'm in the market for a cuddler kitten like Jax, because I miss the purrs and comfort she gave at night.