Xolo
Alistair-the-vet phoned this morning. Though Xolo's blood readings had dropped, they were still well above normal, and showed no signs of falling further. It was Alistair's opinion that if we took her home, we would be back next week with a cat just as sick as she had been last Monday, and that was very sick.
She wasn't going to get better, and taking her home would just make her suffer so we could spend time saying goodbye. It was hard, because the treatment had reduced her pain and she was more lively than she had been for weeks, but there was nothing of her. So this afternoon we went to the vets, cuddled her for ten minutes, then Alistair used the drip feed to put her to sleep. Unlike her mother, she went easily.
More later.
She wasn't going to get better, and taking her home would just make her suffer so we could spend time saying goodbye. It was hard, because the treatment had reduced her pain and she was more lively than she had been for weeks, but there was nothing of her. So this afternoon we went to the vets, cuddled her for ten minutes, then Alistair used the drip feed to put her to sleep. Unlike her mother, she went easily.
More later.