Cancer. Ok here is another thing. This forum is perfect for me cus the 2 kittys i grew up with went thru both of these problems. Our kitty Oliver aka buddy had cancer. He was a few years younger than sammy and the totall opposite of her. Skinny as a kitty could be, quite a small cat to. I think our new kittens are about as big as he was his whole life now. He ate the same food as sammy but tons of table scraps. Ham, turkey, cake, anything he could get his little paws on. When he was a kitten he busted into out snack bin and took out a hostess chocolate tasty cake from the box. Ripped open the plastic and went to town on it. We woke up to vanilla chocolate cream filled cake all over our house and all over his face. You woulda though he was the one who would get diabetes. A year ago, I was in college and i came home to see him. He was already skinny but i could see his leg bones poking out of his side. i guess i noticed more than my family cus i hadnt seen him for a while. Of course i was worried as heck cus we just lost sammy a year before. We took him to the vet and a large mass was found near his kidneys. It was a tumor. Our hearts sunk. Sammy death came suddenly, was noticeablly sick suddenlly taken to the vet, and thats where she passed. Buddy was different. For about 2 months, we watched buddy go from a happy active skinny kitty who loved ham more than anything, to a skeleton. We said once he started to act not happy we would put him to sleep, and that it what we did. I came home from school as much as I could those months. Everytime I came, buddy would be slightly different. He slowly stopped eating and playing. He still had fun everyonce and a while with a piece of string, or cuddled up on our laps. But the last time I saw him, he would sleep alot. Sit on our porch in the same spot for hours and hours just staring. But he still had some love in him and would be happy to see me. I went back to school and I got the call. Buddy had nothing left. He was acting very depressed and would not move. So my family took him to the vet and held him in a beach towell that i now lay out for out new kittens, and he was euthanized in my mommys arms. he didnt even have the strength to close his eyes my mom said, so she shut them for him.
So we kept him alive for as long as there was happiness. You just know when its time i think.
This is just my story. We didnt catch the cancer untill it was too late to be fixed, we just had to put him on some meds and hope for the best. If you catch it early it could be fixed. But the cancer won in buddy, he fought as hard as he could. Maybe if he was fat like sammy he could have held on a while longer
We have a tiny box in our house with both of our kitties ashes. I pick up our new kitties every now and then and let them sniff it and tell them all the good stories about their brother buddy and their sister sammy.
We now have 2 angels to watch over our 2 babies.