Sad day for the Bunces
Well, yesterday my parents and I reached a decision to put Cuddles to sleep. She went to the vets and they examined her and they identified that there was little they could do to prolong her life longer than another month or so. So my parents asked to put her to sleep. Mom and Dad were both there when they did it. Cuddles died in Annapolis at her vets office of 15 years. I was here in Blacksburg, mainly because I couldn't bear to be down there and watch her get put to sleep.
This all started over the weekend when my parents noticed that Cuddles had all of a sudden stopped eating. She was having wierd bowel movements as well. On Monday they called the vet in hopes of having her checked out and possibly put to sleep. They were so busy that the vet was not able to call us back until she had reviewed her file that night. She wanted to look at the latest test results (yes, from her previous visit A WEEK AGO) that the other vet in the office had done. So an appointment was arranged for Tuesday afternoon. They examined her and found her to have dropped a pound in a week (probably from not eating) so now she's down to 4.5 lbs. She used to be 7.5, she's always been a runt though. Her intestines were supposedly all inflamed too.
I've been on the phone at least three times a day, morning, noon, and night with my parents since Saturday. She's been my only pet. She's the only pet my mom has had that has lived long naturally to require this kind of decision. So for my mom and I this was pretty hard. I know it was hard for my daddy too, when I'm not there, Cuddles is his best friend.
It's just wierd that all of a sudden she stopped eating. A week after her last vet's appt (crazy cat)!! But we know it was definately her time. She's been deteriorating so much over the past year. She's not the same cat she used to be.
I found a video my dad took two years ago on a digital camera. It's of him teasing Sparky with a piece of wire. She's batting at the thing, jumping all over, bitting. That was the Cuddle-cat I knew all my life, hence why dad called her Sparky. She has been a different cat this year. She won't even bother to swat at the wire. If you try to chase her, her other favorite game, you might get one short run out of her and then she meows like she's in pain. It was sad to watch her deteriorate like that, especially when she started messing on the floor. Sigh! I know she's much happier now though and out of whatever misery she was in.
I love you Cuddles. You were always there for me. You were a great listener. You were there for me through my rough times and there for me through my happy times. You were the best therapy a girl could have. Enjoy your long peaceful sleep in heaven!! You'll always be my little runt!
This all started over the weekend when my parents noticed that Cuddles had all of a sudden stopped eating. She was having wierd bowel movements as well. On Monday they called the vet in hopes of having her checked out and possibly put to sleep. They were so busy that the vet was not able to call us back until she had reviewed her file that night. She wanted to look at the latest test results (yes, from her previous visit A WEEK AGO) that the other vet in the office had done. So an appointment was arranged for Tuesday afternoon. They examined her and found her to have dropped a pound in a week (probably from not eating) so now she's down to 4.5 lbs. She used to be 7.5, she's always been a runt though. Her intestines were supposedly all inflamed too.
I've been on the phone at least three times a day, morning, noon, and night with my parents since Saturday. She's been my only pet. She's the only pet my mom has had that has lived long naturally to require this kind of decision. So for my mom and I this was pretty hard. I know it was hard for my daddy too, when I'm not there, Cuddles is his best friend.
It's just wierd that all of a sudden she stopped eating. A week after her last vet's appt (crazy cat)!! But we know it was definately her time. She's been deteriorating so much over the past year. She's not the same cat she used to be.
I found a video my dad took two years ago on a digital camera. It's of him teasing Sparky with a piece of wire. She's batting at the thing, jumping all over, bitting. That was the Cuddle-cat I knew all my life, hence why dad called her Sparky. She has been a different cat this year. She won't even bother to swat at the wire. If you try to chase her, her other favorite game, you might get one short run out of her and then she meows like she's in pain. It was sad to watch her deteriorate like that, especially when she started messing on the floor. Sigh! I know she's much happier now though and out of whatever misery she was in.
I love you Cuddles. You were always there for me. You were a great listener. You were there for me through my rough times and there for me through my happy times. You were the best therapy a girl could have. Enjoy your long peaceful sleep in heaven!! You'll always be my little runt!