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Hi Jena, it's me, the other Simon Dad. It was only 13 days ago you joined our family and now this. As hard as it is to imagine we all know how you feel right now. Me too because we lost 4 furbabies and my Mom in four months around Christmas 3 years ago. I'll make this quick. Does your vet believe or does he know Simon has cancer? Our dog was diagnosed with cancer and through http://www.petmd.com/ I found her symptoms mimic those of a cyst, something that can interfere with other organs like the pancreas, hence diabetic. I was told I was grasping at straws, just accept it. She did NOT have cancer, it was a cyst that got her a year later than she was expected to live. I know the very last thing you want to do is drag poor Simon to 3 or 4 more clinics and get poked and prodded. Lastly, yesterday we had a discussion about cats and their extremely high tolerance for pain. When Nigel was in his last days (cancer) we had him in our big bedroom and we gave him BUPE, Buprenorphine which is a morphine based pain killer. Even after we quadrupled his dose he could still walk and get into his litter box, we just had to keep him away from the stairs. There's no reason on Earth your vet can deny Simon this. He'll still know who you are and he'll thank you. There's nothing else I can say. Sorry little Simon, you fought the good fight. Maybe our Simons will be sleeping in the sunshine together. Please be good to yourself Jena, we are all thinking about you and Simon. Love from Dickson & Cynthia and all our boys
 
Jena said:
Well I took Simon back to the vet today because he's been circling the last 2 days and last night and this morning wouldn't eat. The vet tested him and found him to be neurologically deficient all down the left side. It is his determination that Simon has had a stroke. He believes that Simon has cancer which probably also caused his diabeties. I took Simon home with me today because my dad died Sunday night and I couldn't handle Simon too. I will bring him back Saturday. A few more days with my "fat boy". Man sometimes life just sucks doesn't it?
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That's such sad news. I'm sorry....
 
((Jena))

I am so sorry for the bad news you have received . Far too many wonderful kitties on here being taken away lately by cancer.May your time with Simon be filled with love and special memories to give you some peace and strength as the time approaches. Sending prayers and strength for you and your family and special scritches for Simon.
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((((Jena))))

I've been offline for the last few days. My heart goes out to you over the loss of your dad and now this awful news about Simon, too. The world can be so cruel ...

I will keep Simon and yourself in my prayers.

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BIG MISTAKE, In an earlier post to Jena&Simon I said, with regards to Buprenorphine "Even after we quadrupled his dose". That was after consultation with my vet who was aware of Nigel's condition. I know the rules, I was just so saddened by the story that common sense did not apply. Sorry everyone.
 
Thank you to everyone for your condolences. In a surprise twist Simon is actually doing better. While he is still circling, his circles are getting looser. He is also more lucid and will run straight for me when I call him or open the can of cat food. I have decided to put off putting him down. If I felt that he was uncomfortable I would not do so but he is made such strides that I do not think that it is his time yet. I will continue to keep close eye on him. From what I have been reading Cats recovered very well from Strokes. I have also decided to start the B12 not just for his neuropathy but now also for brain health. I pray that he had a stroke for some other reason than cancer.
 
You made my day Jena, thanks. People have this vision of a stroke. Grandpa had a stroke at Sunday dinner, face first into a bowl of soup. That's not funny and it's not true. Like anything else, different degrees and interpretations. I had a stroke and forgot how to type fast, some memory loss. I did not drool or need diapers. It's not a death sentence. On the other hand, try going to emergency and tell them "I think I just had a stroke". "Well that's for us to decide young man! Take a number and wait for your name to be called". My vet is closer than the hospital, next time I'll get a note from her. One thing I did not forget was the definition of "Uncaring over-educated pompous a**". It works both ways. My family doctor had a sick dog, something gastro-intestinal. The vet knew she was a doctor and still talked over her head. "Oh Sweety Pie, dogs are different than people. Can we see your credit card first?" This is the sound of me banging my head against the wall......
 
Jena, it is so wonderful to hear some positive news! I hope that Simon continues to improve. Cats really are amazingly resilient creatures.
 
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You made my day Jena, thanks. People have this vision of a stroke. Grandpa had a stroke at Sunday dinner, face first into a bowl of soup. That's not funny and it's not true. Like anything else, different degrees and interpretations. I had a stroke and forgot how to type fast, some memory loss. I did not drool or need diapers. It's not a death sentence. On the other hand, try going to emergency and tell them "I think I just had a stroke". "Well that's for us to decide young man! Take a number and wait for your name to be called". My vet is closer than the hospital, next time I'll get a note from her. One thing I did not forget was the definition of "Uncaring over-educated pompous a**". It works both ways. My family doctor had a sick dog, something gastro-intestinal. The vet knew she was a doctor and still talked over her head. "Oh Sweety Pie, dogs are different than people. Can we see your credit card first?" This is the sound of me banging my head against the wall......
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Hahahahahahaha. This made me laugh. Thank you. I needed that. I started crying into my hamburger at the restaurant. You should have seen the bewildered faces.
 
Hi Jena, hope you and Simon are still on the mend. Simon's problems got me thinking last night about my "recovery" from a similar event. I really don't mean to bad-mouth your vet but a stroke and/or cancer is not something to guess at, but he's there and I'm not. I was also a bit perturbed by my vet, uhm, neurosurgeon who, 12 hours after poking around inside my head just took my blood pressure, asked how I felt and discharged me. What? No "Put the square peg in the square hole?" Through an administrative error they also failed to schedule me for my 3 follow up MRI's! We didn't move or change phone #'s. So enough negativity. Simon's brain, although smaller, is still pretty much like ours. He's not an insect, he knows who you are, that you can rub his tummy or whatever in just the right place etc. After my event I started reading a lot and digging through the PBS TV guide for the stuff they program at 3AM and came away with a whack of books and documentaries that all said pretty much the same thing, "The Brain that rewires/repairs/reinvents itself". I just slowly got better to the point where it's hard to believe I ever sat in a room with a doctor telling me I had a 15% chance of turning into a turnip. Think of my brain as a 1957 computer. It's been dropped a thousand times, hit with baseballs and hockey pucks, electrocuted and I was a hippie (I have photos) so that meant all kinds of nasty things I smoked and ate and I'm still here talking to you. Making sense is yet to be determined. Whatever circles Simon is walking in, just let him walk. I know he's 15 but my Leroy, the cat that really did have nine lives, lived to 23. Obviously Simon has other problems but without a biopsy how can your vet know he has cancer? I may have told you this already but our dog had two ultrasounds and two "indeterminate" needle biopsies (local anesthetic only), one done by an oncologist and we were told "Treat her like a Princess, let her eat whatever she wants for the next month" That would be the month ending with Christmas! That got harder to keep up a year later than she was expected to live and she NEVER HAD CANCER! It wasn't a miracle or a malpractice suit, it was just something that happened and we were grateful for that extra year. Maybe you're due for that "Something". This is Leroy. He went for a walk with me on his birthdays, this was his 22nd walk!


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In case anyone is still following. Simon has had some good days, some great days, and some crappy days. The last few have been crappy. I am concerned if I am keeping him alive just for me. Is his quality of life gone? I mean he purrs when I pick him up and snuggle him at least for 5 minutes then he wants down. He will eat as long as I constantly encourage him to. I have to put him in the bathroom now to eat because he can't get up and down off the half wall we always fed the cats on, and the dogs will eat his food. He will eat half his food like that. The other half I have to feed him. He will use the litter box that is now under the bathroom sink because he can't do the stairs anymore. And it's not really that he can't do these things but he just won't. Most of the time he walks around in circles or following the perimeter of the room. He looks lost alot. He can't back up anymore so if he walks into a corner he just stands there till someone gets him.
 
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