Yesterday I faced a decision I dreaded would happen someday. I took her into the vet who said her liver was enlarged and she was full of stool. The vet gave her a shot called a "geriatric cocktail". When I got her home she made her way to the middle of the kitchen floor and spit up. I went to clean it up and she cried out with her face slumped down and not moving. I called the vet and was given the option to euthanize. I wanted to give the shot a chance and moved her to the bedroom. The more the hours progressed the worse she got. By 4 PM she was having convulsions and having a hard time moving around. At 5:30 I made the call to have her euthanized.
It has been a long night comforting her watching her struggle. She peed on me once too. Sixteen and a half years she has been a great companion. The really hard part will be coming home from work tomorrow not having her there to greet me. Not having her there waiting to jump on my lap when I sit down. Not having her following me around. Sissy was a great cat and my friend.
It has been a long night comforting her watching her struggle. She peed on me once too. Sixteen and a half years she has been a great companion. The really hard part will be coming home from work tomorrow not having her there to greet me. Not having her there waiting to jump on my lap when I sit down. Not having her following me around. Sissy was a great cat and my friend.
