Peloso
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I wasn't going to bring up this topic but rareboy melted my resolve with his comment on Issa's thread.
Fifteen years ago my friend Kirsten called me up and asked if I would adopt one of her cats. Kirsten worked in cat rescue, and had a house filled with 20 fosters. I had just moved to a cheap apartment in Brooklyn with my friend Jen and her two cats. I also had two cats. I told Kirsten there was no way we could handle another cat. There wasn't room, and Jen and I were trying to get back on our feet after we had both had suffered devastating, but unrelated blows. I just couldn't afford it. I didn't even want another cat.
"You can pick any one. Even Bookie or Romeo."
"Kirsten, I can't do it. I just took one from you. Your house is huge. I'm in this tiny two bedroom with four cats already. It's chaos."
A pause. "You can have Rico."
"You'd give up Rico?"
"Yes."
"When can you bring him over?"
This is what a great cat Rico is. He's incredibly intelligent, affectionate, expressive and more. It's literally impossible to convey what an exceptional cat he is. Kirsten drove him over the next day and we've been best friends ever since.
Now he's in the kitchen, probably dying.
It started when I began to see signs of kidney problems. Soon after that, he became lethargic and had trouble walking. A blood test confirmed he was in the early stages of kidney disease, and that his thyroid was out of whack. He was already being treated for arthritis.
So I got him thyroid pills and a new diet. But he continued to deteriorate. I brought him back to the vet early this week, and the doc suggested an ultrasound to check out his stomach, suspecting the problem might be there. I didn't agree. I've had two cats who died from stomach cancer and he had no symptoms; no vomiting, no nausea. But she was the doctor so I agreed to the test, but not right away. The nor'easter was coming and I didn't want him to get stranded at the clinic overnight. This was Wednesday.
He stopped eating that night, so today I started force-feeding him. He's very weak, skinny and is wheezing constantly. It would seem that it is his time.
The problem is, he doesn't fit the profile of a dying cat. He's alert, his body posture is good, and he still bugs me for pets and drinks from the sink. I do not see death in his eyes. Cats are symptom hiders, but by a certain point it becomes clear that they are suffering. I see none of that in Rico. He's had his share of scrapes over the years; a terrible ear infection, eye clawed by a rival, and a couple respiratory infections. I know what he looks like when he's in pain and I do not see that now.
I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing. It's wrong to let an animal suffer, but nothing matches the emotional anguish of euthanizing an animal too quickly and then wondering if you were too rash. I suppose I'm being selfish, as well, but even though he's a mess, he just doesn't seem terminal. I feel it in my heart...until I don't.
So I've been toggling between deciding to put him to sleep and doing everything in my power to help him. He's still got some quality of life...but he's sixteen and a half. He's got kidney disease. WHAT AM I DOING?
What's making all this worse is that I'm all alone in this. I have a couple of friends to talk to for support, but one of them is in bad health and can't make it here and the other lives far away. I have to do all the work myself: back and forth to the vet (on foot), spending as much time with him as I can, and dealing with my other cat, who's being aggressive toward him (I have to keep them separated, which complicates everything), as well as cleaning and feeding and dealing with work.
I'm generally a very strong person. I'm not very emotional. But this is exhausting, both mentally and physically. I know that at a certain point, the floodgates will open and I will fall apart, but I'm trying to keep it together for his sake. I'm dreading the inevitable decision to put him down and the grief which will follow. I don't handle emotions very well and because of the holidays I have a ton of work. I cancelled today and am expected to show up tomorrow but as of now I don't see how I can do that.
Not looking for sympathy. Just advice from anyone who is familiar with cats and has gone through something similar. I'm not sure I'm thinking straight.
I wasn't going to bring up this topic but rareboy melted my resolve with his comment on Issa's thread.
Fifteen years ago my friend Kirsten called me up and asked if I would adopt one of her cats. Kirsten worked in cat rescue, and had a house filled with 20 fosters. I had just moved to a cheap apartment in Brooklyn with my friend Jen and her two cats. I also had two cats. I told Kirsten there was no way we could handle another cat. There wasn't room, and Jen and I were trying to get back on our feet after we had both had suffered devastating, but unrelated blows. I just couldn't afford it. I didn't even want another cat.
"You can pick any one. Even Bookie or Romeo."
"Kirsten, I can't do it. I just took one from you. Your house is huge. I'm in this tiny two bedroom with four cats already. It's chaos."
A pause. "You can have Rico."
"You'd give up Rico?"
"Yes."
"When can you bring him over?"
This is what a great cat Rico is. He's incredibly intelligent, affectionate, expressive and more. It's literally impossible to convey what an exceptional cat he is. Kirsten drove him over the next day and we've been best friends ever since.
Now he's in the kitchen, probably dying.
It started when I began to see signs of kidney problems. Soon after that, he became lethargic and had trouble walking. A blood test confirmed he was in the early stages of kidney disease, and that his thyroid was out of whack. He was already being treated for arthritis.
So I got him thyroid pills and a new diet. But he continued to deteriorate. I brought him back to the vet early this week, and the doc suggested an ultrasound to check out his stomach, suspecting the problem might be there. I didn't agree. I've had two cats who died from stomach cancer and he had no symptoms; no vomiting, no nausea. But she was the doctor so I agreed to the test, but not right away. The nor'easter was coming and I didn't want him to get stranded at the clinic overnight. This was Wednesday.
He stopped eating that night, so today I started force-feeding him. He's very weak, skinny and is wheezing constantly. It would seem that it is his time.
The problem is, he doesn't fit the profile of a dying cat. He's alert, his body posture is good, and he still bugs me for pets and drinks from the sink. I do not see death in his eyes. Cats are symptom hiders, but by a certain point it becomes clear that they are suffering. I see none of that in Rico. He's had his share of scrapes over the years; a terrible ear infection, eye clawed by a rival, and a couple respiratory infections. I know what he looks like when he's in pain and I do not see that now.
I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing. It's wrong to let an animal suffer, but nothing matches the emotional anguish of euthanizing an animal too quickly and then wondering if you were too rash. I suppose I'm being selfish, as well, but even though he's a mess, he just doesn't seem terminal. I feel it in my heart...until I don't.
So I've been toggling between deciding to put him to sleep and doing everything in my power to help him. He's still got some quality of life...but he's sixteen and a half. He's got kidney disease. WHAT AM I DOING?
What's making all this worse is that I'm all alone in this. I have a couple of friends to talk to for support, but one of them is in bad health and can't make it here and the other lives far away. I have to do all the work myself: back and forth to the vet (on foot), spending as much time with him as I can, and dealing with my other cat, who's being aggressive toward him (I have to keep them separated, which complicates everything), as well as cleaning and feeding and dealing with work.
I'm generally a very strong person. I'm not very emotional. But this is exhausting, both mentally and physically. I know that at a certain point, the floodgates will open and I will fall apart, but I'm trying to keep it together for his sake. I'm dreading the inevitable decision to put him down and the grief which will follow. I don't handle emotions very well and because of the holidays I have a ton of work. I cancelled today and am expected to show up tomorrow but as of now I don't see how I can do that.
Not looking for sympathy. Just advice from anyone who is familiar with cats and has gone through something similar. I'm not sure I'm thinking straight.


