Doing all we can to hold on to our fading memories; What we'd all do for a time machine
So it was about the day after or so that my father had called me up and agreed to take Purdy in for a check up. Unfortunately, the deterioration in her health has accelerated exponentially. She can barely walk (though she seems to do a fine job teleporting from sleep spot to sleep spot) and she hasn't eaten all week, and I doubt she's drank anything either. I've tried different flavors and liquifying her food, but at this point she can't even drink milk. She can barely speak anymore, if at all. She doesn't even respond to being pet anymore. All she's able to really do is find a spot to lay down, relax, and sleep. I opted to call off taking her to the vet; even if she makes it 'til tomorrow afternoon and gets a checkup, she wouldn't be able to be treated in time or ever recover. She's too far gone at this point. I don't think she'll survive past today.
I'm less convinced of hyperthyroidism now. She didn't show all of the signs of it, and while that's not enough to rule it out the evidence points more towards just a full on body shutdown, which in all frankness is far more than one should expect for a small outdoor cat, especially one that reaches about 20 years of age. Considering all the things that I know the cat has gone through, and all the things that I'll never know she went through, she's quite possibly one of the luckiest animals on the block. No cancer, no diseases, no fisher cats or coyotes, no cars or other cats... just old age and drifting off.
She's outside right now, sleeping behind a defunct garden structure next to the house. I'd better check in on her again in a few.
I'm less convinced of hyperthyroidism now. She didn't show all of the signs of it, and while that's not enough to rule it out the evidence points more towards just a full on body shutdown, which in all frankness is far more than one should expect for a small outdoor cat, especially one that reaches about 20 years of age. Considering all the things that I know the cat has gone through, and all the things that I'll never know she went through, she's quite possibly one of the luckiest animals on the block. No cancer, no diseases, no fisher cats or coyotes, no cars or other cats... just old age and drifting off.
She's outside right now, sleeping behind a defunct garden structure next to the house. I'd better check in on her again in a few.