Cindy Bun

Most of you won't be aware that my girl has not been well the last few weeks. I shared with a few people privately, and primarily via Facebook, where I could reach non-TCS people and TCS people, alike. But now my girl gets her Bridge thread.

It started with peeing accidents, and seemed like a UTI or crystals or a stone or... and ended up being a large mass in the bladder, which was removed, and sent for analysis. The verdict: cancer. We listened to all the advice, and decided to try chemotherapy.

The first try started out well enough, but then her temperature rose, and after rounds of antibiotics to deal with what looked like a UTI before proceeding, it was decided to go with a different chemo and, by then, because she was not eating well, to give her a feeding tube.

The tube feedings started well enough, but soon she was not holding them down, and things got worse. In the end, it was clear that the chemo was not working and she was just going down, so we brought her home from the vet on Thursday, to have some "Goodbye" time, and the vet came out to the house on Friday to help her across the Bridge.

That's six weeks in three paragraphs, and I'm numb. What a sweet kitty was my Cindy, my snuggle-bun, ever the recluse, except with one of our friends whom she did accept -- and except with the vet staff, who adored her, and she responded like crazy with them. She was "the kitty with the million-dollar personality."

Run free now, little sweetheart. Mum loves you forever.

A little love, indeed. I wish more humans could have known my little recluse, for there never was a sweeter kitty.

My beautiful sweetheart, indeed.

Thanks, everyone, for your kind thoughts.

Fawn is doing remarkably well, actually. You'd think nothing had happened. But then, they were not that close once they grew up, and I think Fawn had got used to Cindy being less in evidence in the last few weeks, as she was feeling less sociable. I'll be interested to see how soon she decides to move in to the master bedroom, which was Cindy's protected territory.

We've had Feliway going for most of Cindy's illness to help with "strange cat syndrome" with Cindy's back-and-forthing to the vet, so Fawn has been pretty mellow, and I guess that may have something to do with her apparent comfort.

She was, indeed, Jenny, and it was hard doing whatever we could for her, never wanting to turn it into a science project. That was my fear -- that we'd get so worked up about doing everything, that we'd push too far. But we have good vets, who were very much on her side, and clear about pros and cons, and ready to advocate for her even when it meant not doing something more. They were ever so good and helpful.



Thank you, everyone for your kind thoughts.

Thank you both for your kind thoughts.

Thanks, both, and everyone. Your kind thoughts mean a lot

Thank you for your kind words.

Yesterday was a tough day. Rob picked up her ashes. So final. She's on the dresser beside the bed that was her protected territory.

Thanks everyone for your good thoughts.