RIP Puck, 1994 - 2006
Hello everyone.
I know I rarely ever post, but this time around I figured it was a good time as any. Especially since in all my previous posts, I have mentioned my cats quite often. Well, Friday, May 19th, 2006, I lost another cat. :( I had to finally put Puck to sleep. He'd been battling a hyperthyroid and CRF (chronic renal failure). Due to the CRF, he was never going to get better. It was basically a matter of when his treatment would no longer help him any longer. Plus, he'd have problems pop up here and there that related to the kidney problems. The last...ooh...maybe six months...he'd been breathing real heavy. Come to find out, he was losing red blood cells. She made it sound like the heavy breathing was a symptom of that. He hadn't been looking too well since the beginning of May. He usually would have his good and bad days. This time, he wasn't perking up like he'd been known to do. Well, through a year and a half of ups and downs, he had another down on Wednesday. I was a wreck on Thursday. I could barely work. I didn't even want to be there, but I knew I had to be at work. :( When I got home, he seemed to be better, but I didn't want to risk anything. I was going out of town this weekend, and I didn't want my mom to have to deal with anything suddenly. After Natas died on me at the vet overnight, I had been upset at the thought that Puck could end up dying alone like Natas did. I always hated the thought that my baby died alone, in the dark, in some kennel. Without me to comfort him. :( So I made the appointment for Friday.
To try and shorten a long story, I got a chance to see my regular vet (thank God). She didn't get to see him last time when he had his heavy breathing and such. She was very concerned. She ran a blood test, and did an xray. Turns out his chest is full of fluids. It's slowly confining his poor little lungs. :( Then the kicker...he had a mass in his chest. She said she was 95% sure that it was cancer. :( She told me we could put a tube in to drain the fluids out and such, but that it won't solve it. It'll still come back (she made it sound like it's because of the tumor). She finally told me what I had been dreading from day one...putting him down would be really the humane option at this point. I broke down, of course. They brought him in so I could think about what I wanted to do. It didn't help my decision process that he suddenly was acting extremely perky and loving. It broke my heart more. After a bit, she did come in, and gave me the option of taking him home over the weekend, etc.. Let me have a little more time with him. Problem was I was going out of town, and I just couldn't risk him having something major happen while I was a way. Not to mention dealing with my everyday life knowing what fate awaited Puck. I could barely function on Thursday, so I just couldn't imagine it. Finally, I couldn't make him suffer any longer. I gave him at least an extra year and a half on his life after he got sick. I couldn't ask for anything more. I could've lost him right after Natas, but I was able to keep him going. Putting a tube in him, just to prolong the inevitable was just wrong. No matter my selfish need to keep him around.
I finally made the call, and stayed as they administered the injection. I felt like I died right along with him. It was quick. My mom was there with me. My trip sort of helped me. I had my moments, but most of the time I was kept preoccupied. When I got home, though, it hit me again. He was such a personality that it's sooo missed. Now I'm down to one cat. :( Buttons is all who's left. It just seems so weird. She's doing all right, but I worry about her. She's the same age as Puck...few months older. I get scared at the thought of when her time may be. I feel pretty lonely right now with Puck's passing, but it'll be worse when she's gone. That means they'll all be gone. It'll be very surreal. They've been my main companions for a looooong time. Despite bad relationships, jobs, and so forth, I always had two things that were constant in my life. My family and my cats. Come home from a bad day to some fuzzballs that wanted to curl up with you. Had a way of making everything seem better, even if it was temporary.
So that's the big news going on right now. I know I don't post much, but that's usually because I've got nothing to talk about. lol. I don't look forward to tomorrow. Many people knew I was taking him in for a checkup, because I left early. I'm going to be a wreck. Thanks for listening to me ramble about my baby. You guys know as well as any how I am about them. :)
Puck
1994 - 2006
I know I rarely ever post, but this time around I figured it was a good time as any. Especially since in all my previous posts, I have mentioned my cats quite often. Well, Friday, May 19th, 2006, I lost another cat. :( I had to finally put Puck to sleep. He'd been battling a hyperthyroid and CRF (chronic renal failure). Due to the CRF, he was never going to get better. It was basically a matter of when his treatment would no longer help him any longer. Plus, he'd have problems pop up here and there that related to the kidney problems. The last...ooh...maybe six months...he'd been breathing real heavy. Come to find out, he was losing red blood cells. She made it sound like the heavy breathing was a symptom of that. He hadn't been looking too well since the beginning of May. He usually would have his good and bad days. This time, he wasn't perking up like he'd been known to do. Well, through a year and a half of ups and downs, he had another down on Wednesday. I was a wreck on Thursday. I could barely work. I didn't even want to be there, but I knew I had to be at work. :( When I got home, he seemed to be better, but I didn't want to risk anything. I was going out of town this weekend, and I didn't want my mom to have to deal with anything suddenly. After Natas died on me at the vet overnight, I had been upset at the thought that Puck could end up dying alone like Natas did. I always hated the thought that my baby died alone, in the dark, in some kennel. Without me to comfort him. :( So I made the appointment for Friday.
To try and shorten a long story, I got a chance to see my regular vet (thank God). She didn't get to see him last time when he had his heavy breathing and such. She was very concerned. She ran a blood test, and did an xray. Turns out his chest is full of fluids. It's slowly confining his poor little lungs. :( Then the kicker...he had a mass in his chest. She said she was 95% sure that it was cancer. :( She told me we could put a tube in to drain the fluids out and such, but that it won't solve it. It'll still come back (she made it sound like it's because of the tumor). She finally told me what I had been dreading from day one...putting him down would be really the humane option at this point. I broke down, of course. They brought him in so I could think about what I wanted to do. It didn't help my decision process that he suddenly was acting extremely perky and loving. It broke my heart more. After a bit, she did come in, and gave me the option of taking him home over the weekend, etc.. Let me have a little more time with him. Problem was I was going out of town, and I just couldn't risk him having something major happen while I was a way. Not to mention dealing with my everyday life knowing what fate awaited Puck. I could barely function on Thursday, so I just couldn't imagine it. Finally, I couldn't make him suffer any longer. I gave him at least an extra year and a half on his life after he got sick. I couldn't ask for anything more. I could've lost him right after Natas, but I was able to keep him going. Putting a tube in him, just to prolong the inevitable was just wrong. No matter my selfish need to keep him around.
I finally made the call, and stayed as they administered the injection. I felt like I died right along with him. It was quick. My mom was there with me. My trip sort of helped me. I had my moments, but most of the time I was kept preoccupied. When I got home, though, it hit me again. He was such a personality that it's sooo missed. Now I'm down to one cat. :( Buttons is all who's left. It just seems so weird. She's doing all right, but I worry about her. She's the same age as Puck...few months older. I get scared at the thought of when her time may be. I feel pretty lonely right now with Puck's passing, but it'll be worse when she's gone. That means they'll all be gone. It'll be very surreal. They've been my main companions for a looooong time. Despite bad relationships, jobs, and so forth, I always had two things that were constant in my life. My family and my cats. Come home from a bad day to some fuzzballs that wanted to curl up with you. Had a way of making everything seem better, even if it was temporary.
So that's the big news going on right now. I know I don't post much, but that's usually because I've got nothing to talk about. lol. I don't look forward to tomorrow. Many people knew I was taking him in for a checkup, because I left early. I'm going to be a wreck. Thanks for listening to me ramble about my baby. You guys know as well as any how I am about them. :)
Puck
1994 - 2006