We lost our lady cat Toasty today. She’d been sick for a few weeks, lost a bit of weight and her meds weren’t seeming to help. We opted to get an ultrasound to see what was up. The poor girl had been trying so hard to eat and be herself that we vowed we had to investigate to see if it was treatable. It wasn’t. And when the vet was telling us about her cancer, she went into cardiac arrest in the other room. The connection between her and my wife was unbelievable. It seriously makes me wonder if she knew it wasn’t good, and wanted to spare my wife the visual of watching her slowly go. The house will always be a little more quiet, and little less stinky, and a lot less joyful.
Before her ultrasound, the vet tech had texted some photos to my wife that showed her just so happy and content just waiting in her kennel. I’m forever grateful that guy did that, considering the outcome. This was one of the last photos I took of her when she was just starting her meds a couple weeks ago. Miss you, girl.
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Sorry for your loss. Came in here reminiscing a little bit about my gone girls. Don't think it ever gets easier, just hurts a little less as time goes on.