I'm devastated. I had to say goodbye to my beloved Mishka (16 years old). She started getting sick in November, and after months of different treatments for what one vet thought was an aggressive URI, I watched her go from an outgoing, loving, chubby girl to an immaciated and tired cat who just wanted to spend all of her time alone.
I gave up on seeing this vet when she then developed a prominant lump on her nasal bridge and I brought her to a hospital in hopes of getting a second opinion. The second vet was of the mind that Mishka was suffering from an abscess from a tooth infection, so she gave me more antibiotics to try, as well as appetite stimulants to help get her back into condition for an eventual procedure. That was 3 weeks ago. The meds didn't help and she just lost more weight. Yesterday (Friday), I dropped her off for her follow-up appointment to hopefully at least drain the abscess and see what the next step was. This vet (the owner of the hospital) told me he'd seen a case like her's before and said it was most likely a tumor that would progress. There was nothing else we could do for her and she was too weak to undergo any procedures.
Mishka was miserable and tired and I was at a complete loss. She wasn't herself anymore. She hadn't been herself since December. Her quality of life was poor and getting worse. So rather than bring her home just to watch her further waste away until the inevitible, my husband and I decided it was kinder to let her go. I wasn't ready for that. Deep down I knew this would happen, and I thought I was mentally prepared. I KNEW in my gut that it was a tumor and that this wasn't simply a URI or a tooth issue.
I feel lost without her. She was my constant companion since 2007 and we had such a strong bond. She was my girl and I miss her terribly. I feel like I let her down. Sorry if this post is poorly written or things don't make much sense. I'm still trying to process all of this.
I gave up on seeing this vet when she then developed a prominant lump on her nasal bridge and I brought her to a hospital in hopes of getting a second opinion. The second vet was of the mind that Mishka was suffering from an abscess from a tooth infection, so she gave me more antibiotics to try, as well as appetite stimulants to help get her back into condition for an eventual procedure. That was 3 weeks ago. The meds didn't help and she just lost more weight. Yesterday (Friday), I dropped her off for her follow-up appointment to hopefully at least drain the abscess and see what the next step was. This vet (the owner of the hospital) told me he'd seen a case like her's before and said it was most likely a tumor that would progress. There was nothing else we could do for her and she was too weak to undergo any procedures.
Mishka was miserable and tired and I was at a complete loss. She wasn't herself anymore. She hadn't been herself since December. Her quality of life was poor and getting worse. So rather than bring her home just to watch her further waste away until the inevitible, my husband and I decided it was kinder to let her go. I wasn't ready for that. Deep down I knew this would happen, and I thought I was mentally prepared. I KNEW in my gut that it was a tumor and that this wasn't simply a URI or a tooth issue.
I feel lost without her. She was my constant companion since 2007 and we had such a strong bond. She was my girl and I miss her terribly. I feel like I let her down. Sorry if this post is poorly written or things don't make much sense. I'm still trying to process all of this.