:: Cancer Cat Blog ::

:: Friday, April 02, 2004 ::

She bought the farm. April 1st, 2004. Over a year longer than they said she'd live. It was a great year. I miss her terribly. She used to come when I called usually and hop up on my lap or the bed. Alas and woe. I hope she is in little kitty heaven now.

Her death was somewhat gruesome, but at least it was relatively quick. When my sweetheart, Cathy, came home from work, poor Snoopy was dragging her rear legs. She was drooling and panting too. Cathy called me at work and I came right home and we took her to the Vet. They said the cancer had probably spread to her spine. She couldn't even move her tail. She was of course very upset. I held her while they put her down. We bawled. It was awful. I didn't want to go home to a Snoopy-less house. But we are recovering now. After a while I'll get a new cat, but it won't be the same, but maybe as nice in a different way.
:: Hilary 7:48 PM [+] ::
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So my cat was diagnosed with nasal lymphoma and three weeks to live nearly a year ago. She is fine and shows no symptoms of any kind. We think she switched the records at the hospital so we'd start spoiling her and feeding her wet food. Now she lives in the lap of luxury and she is very happy. I hope she doesn't suddenly get sick again, because I love her so much. I'd be devastated.
:: Hilary 9:37 PM [+] ::
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Snooper's lying on my bed with me. She still seems fine. Maybe a little more tired or clumsy. Hard to tell. I'm constantly looking for signs of the decline I was told was immanent.

Now that we're giving her her medicine mushed up in her food she's not mad at us anymore. She really didn't like being grabbed and having medecine shoved down her throat and who can blame her? I think what's she's taking now is basically like TUMS. She does seem a little burpy and gassy.

Despite all my pathetic whining, I am actually enjoying getting to spend so much time with her. She seems to like it too. She gets lots of scritches.
:: Hilary 8:47 PM [+] ::
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Snoopy is about 14. She's a calico domestic shorthair. She has the sweetest temperment. She is always friendly and she's sits with me on my bed or on my lap and purrs her little heart out. Also she regularly comes when she's called.

Actually now she only comes when the light is turned out and I'm in bed, because at other times of the day she has learned that if we're calling her we're probably going to give her some sort of icky medicine.
I'm afraid she'll get mad at me and we won't even get to spend her last few weeks (or months if we're lucky) together.

Snoopy has a nasal lymphoma. A tumor in her sinuses. We first noticed it because she was making gurgling noises and seemed to be trying to clear her throat. When she put her head down to eat or something she would near drown in snot and have to put it up again. Of course I thought she just had a cold. No such luck. I couldn't believe it when they said she had cancer.

She's sitting here with me now. We gave her Clavamox and it cleared her breathing right up. Now she seems almost fine. They told us to give her the dreaded Prednisone to slow the growth of the tumor. But Prednisone caused gastrointestinal bleeding so we had to take her off that. Now she's on Sucrefate which is supposed to coat her intestines and make that better. But I guess if she can't take the Prednisone she'll probably die sooner. The only other options they have are chemo and radiation. Which we can't afford. And I don't think she'd think her quality of life was much if she had to go to the hospital all the time for treatments. She gets so scared when we leave the apartment; she pees herself.

We live in the middle of the city and we don't have a car, so we have to walk several blocks and take her on a bus. Anyway, I don't think she'd really live all that much longer if we did drag her through all that.
But I'm going to miss her when she dies. She's the best cat I ever had and I've had 4 others. I'll get another one, but it won't be the same. Maybe I'll grow to love the new cat for itself. Not always thinking how it's not Snoopy.
:: Hilary 10:59 PM [+] ::
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My cat, Snoopy, has cancer.
:: Hilary 10:23 PM [+] ::
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