Made he was too happy about her being home after nearly 3 weeks away. We went to the house to check on him. We figured that would be less stressful that bringing him to our house. He was well cared for.
Seemingly quite healthy.
Cats are very good at not showing that they’re u healthy or suffering. When Riley got diagnosed, the vet wanted to terminate him right then, but my wife said that wasn’t her decision and brought him hoMe. He had a good 9+ months, with my parents coming and feeding him Cheetos and getting pretzels, with dip of course. I would cook him a fried egg with cheese in the morning because he was wasting away, simply not able to consume enough from the cancer. The first time, I put i down and said, “rye rye” ad he jumped over furniture running to get it. Towards his last days, he got a McDonald‘s cheeseburger which he loved. Eventually, the cancer pinched his esophagus and he was only able to get some milk and watered yogurt down, at which point I took him for the final vet visit. Did I wait too long? As I said to the vet, while he was having more good days then bad, I would let him live, but wasn’t going to let him suffer. He died in my arms at the vet.
Later, taking Freja as a kitten and putting her on that same stainless steel table was one of the worst things I did. We’ve since moved and changed vets, but that is something that stays with you.
When we lost Tucker (my avatar) first the dog got sick, then Freja got sick, then Tucker caught it on a Friday night. By Monday AM, he was non responsive and died on the way to the vet, but he saved me from having to do the deed.
@fishgutzy not trying to hijack the thread or make it about me, just trying to relate some understanding about how it can be so sudden. They’re with you long enough to become fixtures, only to depart too early.
