macassie
04-07-2004, 02:20 PM
Yesterday, I lost my sweet little Ghost Baby.
We had been fighting what we thought was IBS or colitis with varying success for a year. But the last two weeks she really went downhill fast. She was always a big kitty and went from 13lbs. in her heydey down to 7lbs. at death. For the last week we had been giving her IV fluids daily and she would eat alot - 3 to 5 cans of food a day! But everything went right through her mostly undigested. Medication and precscription food just couldn't control it.
The last 3 days, her stool started turning black, so I knew in my heart that I was going to lose her. Yesterday, she let us know that she just couldn't do it any more. She really did try and as long as I saw that she was willing, I was willing! The vet suspects that she had bowel cancer. My vet had always made me aware that that was a possibility. She was very peaceful as we held her and said our goodbyes. My husband is taking it particularly hard. She liked to sleep on his head.
She was a street kitty that we took in 14 years ago. We guess she was about 3-5 years old already. Everyone always thought she got her name because she was a beautiful snow white cat, but that was not the reason.
I had a very dear cat - Mr. Pig. He lived to be almost 21 years old. On the day he died, she walked in an open back door, went to the basket of cat toys and started playing with the only toy Mr. Pig had ever shown the slightest interest in. She soon came to know our work schedules and would be waiting for us when we got home. When it started getting colder and we saw that it was obvious she had been abandoned, we took her in. She would sleep snuggled up under my armpit and purr and drool because she was so happy - just like Mr. Pig used to do. I said "She's the ghost of Mr. Pig" and the name stuck.
She was also an incredibly athletic cat. Before we adopted her, we used to see her climbing huge trees and running across 2 & 3 story rooftops hunting squirrels. We quickly put an end to that. :) Just a couple of days before she died, she could still jump on the kitchen counter.
She was such a loving and friendly cat. Even at the end, she still wanted to be around everyone. My husband had a song that he would sing to her about how pretty, pink and white she was and how jelly her belly was. She would "make bread" and look up and him and purr and drool with happiness.
She picked us as her family and we are grateful for that. We will miss her very much. Now she's hunting squirrels across the clouds.
We had been fighting what we thought was IBS or colitis with varying success for a year. But the last two weeks she really went downhill fast. She was always a big kitty and went from 13lbs. in her heydey down to 7lbs. at death. For the last week we had been giving her IV fluids daily and she would eat alot - 3 to 5 cans of food a day! But everything went right through her mostly undigested. Medication and precscription food just couldn't control it.
The last 3 days, her stool started turning black, so I knew in my heart that I was going to lose her. Yesterday, she let us know that she just couldn't do it any more. She really did try and as long as I saw that she was willing, I was willing! The vet suspects that she had bowel cancer. My vet had always made me aware that that was a possibility. She was very peaceful as we held her and said our goodbyes. My husband is taking it particularly hard. She liked to sleep on his head.
She was a street kitty that we took in 14 years ago. We guess she was about 3-5 years old already. Everyone always thought she got her name because she was a beautiful snow white cat, but that was not the reason.
I had a very dear cat - Mr. Pig. He lived to be almost 21 years old. On the day he died, she walked in an open back door, went to the basket of cat toys and started playing with the only toy Mr. Pig had ever shown the slightest interest in. She soon came to know our work schedules and would be waiting for us when we got home. When it started getting colder and we saw that it was obvious she had been abandoned, we took her in. She would sleep snuggled up under my armpit and purr and drool because she was so happy - just like Mr. Pig used to do. I said "She's the ghost of Mr. Pig" and the name stuck.
She was also an incredibly athletic cat. Before we adopted her, we used to see her climbing huge trees and running across 2 & 3 story rooftops hunting squirrels. We quickly put an end to that. :) Just a couple of days before she died, she could still jump on the kitchen counter.
She was such a loving and friendly cat. Even at the end, she still wanted to be around everyone. My husband had a song that he would sing to her about how pretty, pink and white she was and how jelly her belly was. She would "make bread" and look up and him and purr and drool with happiness.
She picked us as her family and we are grateful for that. We will miss her very much. Now she's hunting squirrels across the clouds.