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Jeffery the cat is gone. I posted about his on-going apparent upper respiratory infection issue which started in December. We took him to the vet and they focused on his thyroid level. At the time he wouldn't really eat and sounded like he was gagging.
The vet practice people had us bring him back to test his kidney levels twice--but never really addressed the "cold" thing until the last time we had him in. He'd stopped being willing to eat the pill pockets with the thyroid medication. And mixing it in with baby food was iffy. They gave me cerenia-oddly-to put a drop in his nose to address "inflammation." One day when putting it in his nose I notice a bit of a growth.
It was a real struggle to get him to eat and he was avoiding us, slinking around and scared about getting medication. So Kirby took him back to the vet today. The vet finally looked in his nose and it was clear to her that it wasn't a polyp but cancer. It was pretty involved and so Kirby made the decision to have him euthanized. We discussed it before the appointment-that if it looked like cancer-that was it. If we have learned anything from the passing of his siblings Etta and Charlie, it was not to put him through extensive treatment for no good end.
Nasal tumors get nasty quick, based on my reading about it and the vet confirmed that to Kirby. It's hard to be the one to make the decision and Kirby's taking it super hard. He was nearly 15 and had a great life. Not many other people would have dealt with his skittish nature.
He spent the morning in the window getting his head bathed by his favorite Scoo.
The vet practice people had us bring him back to test his kidney levels twice--but never really addressed the "cold" thing until the last time we had him in. He'd stopped being willing to eat the pill pockets with the thyroid medication. And mixing it in with baby food was iffy. They gave me cerenia-oddly-to put a drop in his nose to address "inflammation." One day when putting it in his nose I notice a bit of a growth.
It was a real struggle to get him to eat and he was avoiding us, slinking around and scared about getting medication. So Kirby took him back to the vet today. The vet finally looked in his nose and it was clear to her that it wasn't a polyp but cancer. It was pretty involved and so Kirby made the decision to have him euthanized. We discussed it before the appointment-that if it looked like cancer-that was it. If we have learned anything from the passing of his siblings Etta and Charlie, it was not to put him through extensive treatment for no good end.
Nasal tumors get nasty quick, based on my reading about it and the vet confirmed that to Kirby. It's hard to be the one to make the decision and Kirby's taking it super hard. He was nearly 15 and had a great life. Not many other people would have dealt with his skittish nature.
He spent the morning in the window getting his head bathed by his favorite Scoo.