UPDATE:Sweetpea died on the way to the vet. He was in the front seat and I was petting him. Taking care of “funeral arrangements”. This is horrible. Thank you everyone for your notes and texts. Cancer sucks.
Sweetpea has not been doing well. I’ve seen it coming over the last few days. He’s stopped eating and drinking. He’s not meeting me at the front door and he sleeps all the time. I know what you’re thinking – cats sleep a lot. This is beyond even a cat’s normal sleeping pattern.
It is obvious he has pain and nausea that his medication is no longer taking care of.
About 4 a.m. this morning he was making odd clicking noises and sounded like he needed to throw up but there was nothing to throw up. He was laying on the cold bathroom floor. I removed him from the bathroom floor and he insisted on continuing to lay on the wood floor which I have to tell you is quite chilly.
I got a large beach towel and folded it in half and he did lay on that. Then I proceeded to lay down next to him.
After a bit we both went and laid back down in the bed. It is obvious that he is uncomfortable. I spoke with the oncologist and they agreed that the time has come and that treatment will only prolong his suffering which I know I do not want for him
So I sit here writing this and crying for my loss because 13 years with this beautiful little boy has been my privilege. The Rainbow Bridge is gaining a prince later today.
This picture was taken just a few days ago. I thought about posting a picture from when he was hale and hearty but I really want people to know that animals get cancer and that it does horrible things to them as well. I thank Dr. Rogers Fred and Kim Fred for their caring approach to SP’s treatment. Both Dr. Holly Phelps at Veterinary Surgical Centers and Dr Jennifer Lauer and the staff at Valley Veterinary Emergency Center were wonderful and caring.
Goodbye my sweet and loving companion. If it is possible to have a pet that is the love of your life, this little boy has been it.
I actually correspond with paper and ink with my friend Mo. The letters back and forth are irregular but it’s how we “talk”. I met Mo through her husband, Rick. Rick and I have been friends since we were 18. I love the opportunity to write these notes back and forth with her.
Recently she sent me 2 letters which were numbered “part one” and “part two”. Unfortunately part two came two days before part one! (Hello USPS!) While I was devouring these letters, I was reading an old magazine (part of my spring cleaning) that gave advice about how to write a letter, calling it a sweet pasttime.
I can tell you that letter writing is worth it. I send handwritten birthday cards to clients and friends. I’ll occasionally send a handwritten note to someone “just because”.
Maybe I’m a dinosaur but I truly enjoy the feel of paper and pen. I can attest however that finding stationery is difficult, and when I do find it, it’s often very pricey, as if only the wealthy can afford stationery. Blank note cards are easier to find.
So when I find nice but affordable stationery I stock up.
And then I sit down and write a letter.
Text and picture are copyright 2017 Suzan D. Herskowitz.
I’ve shared my cat a number of times on this blog. I’ve shared pictures. I’ve shared the medical issues that are now going on.
Yes they are still going on as SP is hanging in there.
As I sit here he is curled up next to me, sleeping soundly. His breathing is easy and measured. He is sleeping like he has not a care in the world. It is good to see.
But just like my dad, he has good days and bad days with cancer. Some days, he doesn’t eat very much and other days, he wakes me up at 4 in the morning, taps me on the face and “says” “hey Mom! I’m hungry.” And unlike the old days where I would ignore him and pull the blanket over my head, I get my tired butt out of bed and feed him.
Because what else am I going to do? If he’s hungry I’m going to feed him. I did the same thing with my dad whom I fed whatever the hell he wanted whenever the hell he wanted it because if he ate anything at all that was a good thing.
And isn’t that what love is really about.