Sadly we had to have our beautiful odd-eyed white cat, Snowy PTS this morning.
About 2 months ago he had what we thought might be a stroke but even our vet wasn't sure.
Whatever it was, Snowy recovered, was his usual purry self, eating well etc. The only thing different was that he could walk in a straight line but would turn in circles. I had a gut feeling he had a brain tumour but with one cat under the vet and vet's bills hitting a four figure sum of money, the best we could do was keep Snowy in (no complaints from him there - he preferred being indoors) and monitor him.
Last night, he did something he's never done before - messed on my bathrobe which was lying on the bed. I simply cleaned up the mess and put the robe in the washing machine. I didn't make any fuss over it. Snowy was cuddling up and purring as usual.
I knew this was out of character so spent hours researching on the internet last night. My husband went up to bed long before me and Snowy was purring quite happily with my husband, enjoying being made a fuss of.
When I went up to bed at approximately 4am with a heavy heart because everything was pointing to a brain tumour - of which little can be done, Snowy had disappeared under the bed - a sure sign he was feeling very poorly.
When we got him out this morning, his legs were going into spasm and he was air paddling. His eyes were unresponsive and dilated, one pupil much bigger than the other.
We rushed him to the vet.
It was the new vet on our practice. She showed us that he had nystagmus (eyes involuntarily flicking up and down) which was a sign of a brain tumour, that coupled with the walking in circles in one direction only and the spasms.
There was nothing the vets can really do for brain tumours so sadly, I had to make the awful - but right - decision to have Snowy PTS.
He and Lucy, his best friend are together now. I know he missed her. He looked after her, would groom her, curl up with her and, unbeknown to anyone, he was ill himself. It's almost as if he kept it hidden so he could look after her, but once Lucy had passed to Rainbow Bridge, he went downhill himself.
Snowy was just over 12 years old. A most beautiful, loving cat and if there had been some way to save him, I would have but sometimes there is nothing can be done and the only thing to do is PTS.
Lucy and Snowy. Together again. RIP my lovely cats.
Until we meet again.
Love you both Always
My beautiful, wonderful Snowy
Snowy and Lucy playing - taken approximately 2 years ago.
Funny how cats seem to love cardboard boxes.
Snowy's best pal, Lucy with me. One of the last - and best photos of Lucy taken summer last year.
One day we shall all meet again at Rainbow Bridge.
Until then, play happy together my Feline Family
About 2 months ago he had what we thought might be a stroke but even our vet wasn't sure.
Whatever it was, Snowy recovered, was his usual purry self, eating well etc. The only thing different was that he could walk in a straight line but would turn in circles. I had a gut feeling he had a brain tumour but with one cat under the vet and vet's bills hitting a four figure sum of money, the best we could do was keep Snowy in (no complaints from him there - he preferred being indoors) and monitor him.
Last night, he did something he's never done before - messed on my bathrobe which was lying on the bed. I simply cleaned up the mess and put the robe in the washing machine. I didn't make any fuss over it. Snowy was cuddling up and purring as usual.
I knew this was out of character so spent hours researching on the internet last night. My husband went up to bed long before me and Snowy was purring quite happily with my husband, enjoying being made a fuss of.
When I went up to bed at approximately 4am with a heavy heart because everything was pointing to a brain tumour - of which little can be done, Snowy had disappeared under the bed - a sure sign he was feeling very poorly.
When we got him out this morning, his legs were going into spasm and he was air paddling. His eyes were unresponsive and dilated, one pupil much bigger than the other.
We rushed him to the vet.
It was the new vet on our practice. She showed us that he had nystagmus (eyes involuntarily flicking up and down) which was a sign of a brain tumour, that coupled with the walking in circles in one direction only and the spasms.
There was nothing the vets can really do for brain tumours so sadly, I had to make the awful - but right - decision to have Snowy PTS.
He and Lucy, his best friend are together now. I know he missed her. He looked after her, would groom her, curl up with her and, unbeknown to anyone, he was ill himself. It's almost as if he kept it hidden so he could look after her, but once Lucy had passed to Rainbow Bridge, he went downhill himself.
Snowy was just over 12 years old. A most beautiful, loving cat and if there had been some way to save him, I would have but sometimes there is nothing can be done and the only thing to do is PTS.
Lucy and Snowy. Together again. RIP my lovely cats.
Until we meet again.
Love you both Always
My beautiful, wonderful Snowy
Snowy and Lucy playing - taken approximately 2 years ago.
Funny how cats seem to love cardboard boxes.
Snowy's best pal, Lucy with me. One of the last - and best photos of Lucy taken summer last year.
One day we shall all meet again at Rainbow Bridge.
Until then, play happy together my Feline Family
