Heartbroken
Last month I wrote about how the family cat, Casper, wasn't wanting to eat. Well he got his teeth cleaned but it didn't help like it did the last time he had the procedure. And everything went downhill from there.
He'd been really pathetic the last 2 weeks. His tongue was swollen and he couldn't close his mouth. He went blind in one eye and wouldn't even blink so it was incredibly dry. Last Friday, I was cleaning his eye and it bleed a bit so that it looked like he was crying tears of blood.
The vet had him on a steroid that made him ravenous for both food and water, but it seemed like he would end up with as much food on his face as in his mouth. He needed help cleaning himself, too. All in all, he was just pathetic, but I thought I was seeing signs of improvement.
My mom and I had decided that maybe it was a stroke. The vet said the symptoms were not something she had ever seen but that stroke was a possibility.
Then today, he had another appointment. He got x-rays and a definitive diagnosis - brain cancer. Mom made the decision to have him put to sleep. She said that this morning he was just walking around in circles and meowing (which he never does). Oh my poor, poor boy.
Sunday I was over at my parents' for our usual family dinner and he just laid on my lap for hours even though I was sitting on the loveseat. Usually he would only lay on your lap if you were in his favorite chair.
He was always such a good boy. Whenever I hadn't seen him for a while he would want to be picked up so he could rub his face against mime over and over. His way of saying, "Where have you been? I love you. I missed you."
It's not the best picture of him, but at least he was healthy when it was taken.
He'd been really pathetic the last 2 weeks. His tongue was swollen and he couldn't close his mouth. He went blind in one eye and wouldn't even blink so it was incredibly dry. Last Friday, I was cleaning his eye and it bleed a bit so that it looked like he was crying tears of blood.
The vet had him on a steroid that made him ravenous for both food and water, but it seemed like he would end up with as much food on his face as in his mouth. He needed help cleaning himself, too. All in all, he was just pathetic, but I thought I was seeing signs of improvement.
My mom and I had decided that maybe it was a stroke. The vet said the symptoms were not something she had ever seen but that stroke was a possibility.
Then today, he had another appointment. He got x-rays and a definitive diagnosis - brain cancer. Mom made the decision to have him put to sleep. She said that this morning he was just walking around in circles and meowing (which he never does). Oh my poor, poor boy.
Sunday I was over at my parents' for our usual family dinner and he just laid on my lap for hours even though I was sitting on the loveseat. Usually he would only lay on your lap if you were in his favorite chair.
He was always such a good boy. Whenever I hadn't seen him for a while he would want to be picked up so he could rub his face against mime over and over. His way of saying, "Where have you been? I love you. I missed you."
It's not the best picture of him, but at least he was healthy when it was taken.