Mikey is gone. He was diagnosed with gastric lymphoma last week and had his first chemo treatment. He continued to be anemic, except for Monday, where his counts went up (i hate that day, b/c we were so optimistic that he turned the corner). Yesterday morning, he didn't want any food, which is unheard of. I got him to eat a little off of a spoon. Then he started breathing hard and I knew he wasn't doing well. I brought him to the hospital and the doc said his blood counts have dropped and he was anemic again, which means the tumor was indeed bleeding again. He consulted with the oncologist and concluded that he wasn't responding to the chemo. We knew what we had to do then. I went home to wait for my husband to get home from work. He left as soon as I called him, but he works in the city and it took him 1 1/2 hours to get home.
We got to the hospital at about 3:30 and they brought him out to us in the exam room. He looked terrible and his breathing was labored. That told me right then and there that we made the right decision. We hugged him and kissed him and pet him for at least 10 minutes and said our goodbyes. He started purring when I hugged him, which made me feel good.
We chose to be there when they did the injection and it was so quick. He finally looked at peace. We realized tonight that we lost Mikey over a month ago. He had not been himself at all since then and we didn't have the same "baby kitty" that we always did.
The feeling in my gut and hole in my heart will never heal. He was with me every step of the way, in the kitchen in the morning, at the door when I got home from work, at our side while we ate dinner, next to us while we watched TV, behind me while I was on the computer, and in between us when we slept. Everywhere I look is a reminder of how happy he made us. I've lost my parents, my baby, and now my baby kitty. Grieving doesn't get easier.
Thank you all again. I hope to be back on the boards in a different capacity when I'm up to it.
-Michelle
We got to the hospital at about 3:30 and they brought him out to us in the exam room. He looked terrible and his breathing was labored. That told me right then and there that we made the right decision. We hugged him and kissed him and pet him for at least 10 minutes and said our goodbyes. He started purring when I hugged him, which made me feel good.
We chose to be there when they did the injection and it was so quick. He finally looked at peace. We realized tonight that we lost Mikey over a month ago. He had not been himself at all since then and we didn't have the same "baby kitty" that we always did.
The feeling in my gut and hole in my heart will never heal. He was with me every step of the way, in the kitchen in the morning, at the door when I got home from work, at our side while we ate dinner, next to us while we watched TV, behind me while I was on the computer, and in between us when we slept. Everywhere I look is a reminder of how happy he made us. I've lost my parents, my baby, and now my baby kitty. Grieving doesn't get easier.
Thank you all again. I hope to be back on the boards in a different capacity when I'm up to it.
-Michelle
