I woke up June 30th, I'd finally made the decision to let my girl, Fancy, cross the bridge, so she wouldn't have to suffer any longer. I needed to,quit being selfish.
Fancy had had abdominal ultrasounds, and, several comprehensive blood panels done. Blood work was always excellent, within range, nothing showed on ultrasound.
Fancy was a beautiful green-eyed pure white cat my daughter was drawn to at the Orange County pound, in California.
They said she was about a year old, when we adopted her on 2/13/2002.
She was indoor only, loved her canned food, and snuggling.
She had a health scare about 18 months ago. After several days with an IV, upon visiting her-she looked at me with those green eyes begging me to take her home.
I DID! Against the vet's wishes. Fancy improved miraculously!!!
About 6 weeks ago, I noticed weight loss. Took her to a different vet we'd started using. Everything checked out fine.
Back and forth to vet in last 3 weeks cuz she was getting REAL finicky with her food. One time I even had the appt. so I could put her to sleep. I chickened out, instead choosing to give her pills, because she screamed off & on, all night long for a couple weeks.
Since this vet could find nothing wrong (Cat Clinic speciality-only), he suggested dementia. I gave her the 1/8 of a pill-NEVER AGAIN! She was coo-coo. I talked to her, heart-to-heart, asking her to heal her body, and not to scream, all night, if possible.
Miracle...no more screaming. Then, I "assumed" she was healing her body also.
June 28th-a Sunday, she quit drinking water. She was ALWAYS first when I'd wash the fountains. She didn't care anymore. She would gladly take syringes of water all day long. Was it painful for her to drink?
June 29th, she stopped eating. I pureed her food, syringed her successfully. This wasn't good quality of life.
June 30th, I finally made the decision. When we took her to the vet, he wanted to take her to the back room to put a catheter in her front leg. I said I WASN'T LEAVING HER. The vet didn't want me coming, but guess what?! He tried both front legs, said she didn't have good veins. Finally he gets it done in a hind leg...all the while, Fancy NEVER flinched! Now he brings her back into exam room for the final dose.
I asked him WHY he had to put her through all that, when 4 yrs ago he put my black cat to sleep with a simple injection in his back leg. He said he didn't remember.
I held her head in the palm of my hand, while he injected the fatal serum into the catheter. I could gradually feel my hand holding more weight, and knew she was gone.
I've cried for almost 48 hours straight! I played God, and took a life. It was especially hard because I had NO diagnosis.
For $200 I could get an autopsy. I just called the vet, the receptionist said he found cancer around her stomach. He will finish the report today, and email it to me.
I miss Fancy so unGodly much! Our other 2 cats "know" I'm sure. I wish I knew what happens on a spiritual level, when our felines cross. Do their souls stick around for a while, did she see me holding her head, did she KNOW what this last vet visit was for?
I SURE hope I helped her. When she stopped drinking, warning sign #1. She would hardly ever come upstairs to eat, I ended up moving her bowls downstairs.
This is my beautiful queen, Fancy!
Fancy had had abdominal ultrasounds, and, several comprehensive blood panels done. Blood work was always excellent, within range, nothing showed on ultrasound.
Fancy was a beautiful green-eyed pure white cat my daughter was drawn to at the Orange County pound, in California.
They said she was about a year old, when we adopted her on 2/13/2002.
She was indoor only, loved her canned food, and snuggling.
She had a health scare about 18 months ago. After several days with an IV, upon visiting her-she looked at me with those green eyes begging me to take her home.
I DID! Against the vet's wishes. Fancy improved miraculously!!!
About 6 weeks ago, I noticed weight loss. Took her to a different vet we'd started using. Everything checked out fine.
Back and forth to vet in last 3 weeks cuz she was getting REAL finicky with her food. One time I even had the appt. so I could put her to sleep. I chickened out, instead choosing to give her pills, because she screamed off & on, all night long for a couple weeks.
Since this vet could find nothing wrong (Cat Clinic speciality-only), he suggested dementia. I gave her the 1/8 of a pill-NEVER AGAIN! She was coo-coo. I talked to her, heart-to-heart, asking her to heal her body, and not to scream, all night, if possible.
Miracle...no more screaming. Then, I "assumed" she was healing her body also.
June 28th-a Sunday, she quit drinking water. She was ALWAYS first when I'd wash the fountains. She didn't care anymore. She would gladly take syringes of water all day long. Was it painful for her to drink?
June 29th, she stopped eating. I pureed her food, syringed her successfully. This wasn't good quality of life.
June 30th, I finally made the decision. When we took her to the vet, he wanted to take her to the back room to put a catheter in her front leg. I said I WASN'T LEAVING HER. The vet didn't want me coming, but guess what?! He tried both front legs, said she didn't have good veins. Finally he gets it done in a hind leg...all the while, Fancy NEVER flinched! Now he brings her back into exam room for the final dose.
I asked him WHY he had to put her through all that, when 4 yrs ago he put my black cat to sleep with a simple injection in his back leg. He said he didn't remember.
I held her head in the palm of my hand, while he injected the fatal serum into the catheter. I could gradually feel my hand holding more weight, and knew she was gone.
I've cried for almost 48 hours straight! I played God, and took a life. It was especially hard because I had NO diagnosis.
For $200 I could get an autopsy. I just called the vet, the receptionist said he found cancer around her stomach. He will finish the report today, and email it to me.
I miss Fancy so unGodly much! Our other 2 cats "know" I'm sure. I wish I knew what happens on a spiritual level, when our felines cross. Do their souls stick around for a while, did she see me holding her head, did she KNOW what this last vet visit was for?
I SURE hope I helped her. When she stopped drinking, warning sign #1. She would hardly ever come upstairs to eat, I ended up moving her bowls downstairs.
This is my beautiful queen, Fancy!