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Back in late February I shared my woes regarding my 15 year old cat. The vet visit was less than stellar. I spent around 2k to find out she has a tumor on one of her nipples, it hasn't spread far since her lungs and heart look fine. Her white blood cell count was also strangely high, but I didn't get all the information as I was really going through it- Kinda just started tuning out after being told if it's removed she could have 2 years, if not, 1 year. The whole procedure would cost me 9k and with the economy the way it is, I couldn't do it without severely setting myself back.
I came home feeling defeated but, a week later she started to eat plenty again. I've given her new toys and beds which she has been making great use of and the with the weather warming up she's been enjoying her outings again. She spends most her days sleeping and when I'm home from work she tends to hang out with me. My biggest issue is just seeing that tumor whenever she rolls over, I also can't get her to stop licking it- and with how coarse her tongue is she keeps making it bleed which ends up dripping on the floor, bed, blankets, etc. It also occasionally releases a clear fluid. It's creating a stench on items and herself, it makes it hard to be near her. I've gotten her used to me cleaning the general area with peroxide to fight off the odor, I might also shave down the hair every few months. Her movements, behavior, bowel movements, and apatite are all normal, she oddly has been purring more loudly around me though, maybe she's just enjoying the more attention? I was given medicine to dull any pain she has but so far she hasn't displayed any pain. I plan to give her a comfortable life until she's ready to go.
Thanks for the comment months ago @Prokhor Zakharov and all the kiwis for the s. I've let her know she's got plenty in her corner rooting for her. Thank you again, Cat-Kiwis.
Don't have cat, but I did see these ferals while I was in Daytona a bit back. Sadly they were very skittish, so couldn't get close, but those ducks were goddamn fearless.
most likely is and i speak from the experience of having had a lass with a stomach tumor (God rest her soul), she probably feels that she's at her weakest right now and she wants to be as near as many familiar sights as possible
i will earnestly pray that she enjoys this time with you and that if it happens, that she goes in the most serene way as possible, she deserves it
Oftentimes cats purr more when they’re ill or in pain, it’s possible that’s related. The purring apparently helps with healing or something, I’m not sure exactly how it works.
two of the current work cats, the one who was janked in the face but got better and I think the one who's an offspring of Mama Bear but is grey, might be a new one of similar look
my guy at home we're looking to get on brushing his teeth regularly and stuff and the videos were all "now start by petting your cat around the mouth, he may become comfortable with attention to his face after a few weeks... or months" but so far at least rubbing on his face with our hands he's been like "oh, that's right. you HAD been neglecting this part, about time you started petting here too"
And then there was 10.
Around a month ago during a night shift, this little wad of bones appeared at our field centre door crying to come in. Hungry, covered in oil, and with a gang of foxes chasing her mere metres away from ending her life, I brought her inside and took her home. A week in the isolation tent while she was cleaned up and fed, and now she thinks she owns the place. Quick name is Effie (Short for FCO, or Field Center Offsites) but that will likely change to shitbox or fart tank in the near future. That's 10 rescues all living with me now, I think I'm done for a while.
And then there was 10.
Around a month ago during a night shift, this little wad of bones appeared at our field centre door crying to come in. Hungry, covered in oil, and with a gang of foxes chasing her mere metres away from ending her life, I brought her inside and took her home. A week in the isolation tent while she was cleaned up and fed, and now she thinks she owns the place. Quick name is Effie (Short for FCO, or Field Center Offsites) but that will likely change to shitbox or fart tank in the near future. That's 10 rescues all living with me now, I think I'm done for a while.
Never say never. In situations like this, I think of it like ministry. Just as a preacher would never turn away someone who is in need, I would never do that to an animal that came to me looking for help. If God can send people to his house for succor, surely he can send animals to people for the same. I think of it as them being sent to me because he knew I would answer their plea for help.
Never say never. In situations like this, I think of it like ministry. Just as a preacher would never turn away someone who is in need, I would never do that to an animal that came to me looking for help. If God can send people to his house for succor, surely he can send animals to people for the same. I think of it as them being sent to me because he knew I would answer their plea for help.
I know what you mean, I can't help myself when it comes to the forgotten strays, the ones no one thinks are cute anymore, the unwanted. But my kitty litter bill is getting outrageous and I'm buying cat food in 100kg bulk orders. Going to have to expand the outdoor enclosure soon.
s. I've let her know she's got plenty in her corner rooting for her. Thank you again, Cat-Kiwis.
