Ana & Frosty (GA)
Member Since 2018
Yesterday he ate a little for dinner to my surprise. I think he was so hungry from not eating all day that he forced himself to eat a little. I have him gabapentin for pain instead of buprenex at 9:30 bc I thought bupe may have been making his nausea worse , and he was completely out after that. I kept checking his sugar and it was consistently in the 300s, which was odd because i gave him his usual 2 units despite his poor appetite, since ketones were up to 1.3 on the blood meter with the 1 unit. I was thinking that maybe he’s dehydrated and so that’s why the sugar kept being high. I also noticed he hasn’t been drinking much water - just sitting over his bowl but not actually drinking it. Probably nauseous.
I woke up 1 am and I was up for 2 hours, I couldn’t sleep. I figured maybe the right thing to do was to take him to the vet today, and if he was really dehydrated and his kidneys were failing and he was just getting worse, maybe we would just put him down. I figured I could bring him in a towel so I didn’t have to put him in the carrier again. My biggest fear was that he has a seizure or something from all the toxic substances building up in his blood while I was at work. Syringe feeding him just wasn’t an option. I give credit to those who can do it, but I believe his quality of life, as well as mine, would be significantly affected. I don’t want to keep him alive at all costs. I already promised him there would be no heroic measures, no more hospital trips, no feeding tubes, etc. That’s what I would want for myself if I was even seriously ill with multiple medical problems complicating my condition.
A little side discussion... working in a general surgery group (and even when I worked in thoracic), we are often asked to put feeding tubes in patients who can’t eat because of cancer. A lot of the times the patients have very advanced cancer, and even though the family holds on to hope, we as providers KNOW this person isn’t gonna make it. It really sucks to have to take him to the operating room and do an invasive procedure on patients like that. I hate it. I know it’s what the family wants, and we often discuss the alternative - hospice, making them comfortable - but many times the family insists, and a lot of the time the oncologist backs them up. That is the least favorite part of my job. I feel like it’s not the right thing to do to someone who is so ill and has suffered so much. Most doctors you will ask wouldn’t do half the things to themselves that they do to their patients. Most health providers agree that if we get advanced cancer, we will stop practicing, and go on a tropical vacation. There was even an article published by a physician a few years ago called “How Doctors Die.” It’s very different than how the general population dies. This may be a morbid discussion for some, but being a healthcare provider, I am exposed to death, or near death a lot and have to think about these things. It is also my responsibility to first do no harm. Even if it mesns doing nothing.
And in reality, all of us should think about it. Even if it makes us uncomfortable or emotional. That’s normal. It is an unpleasant thing to think or talk about. But what’s important is to do the right thing for ourselves and our loved ones when the time comes. Personally, I spend most of my days in a hospital working, so I don’t want to die in one.
So this was my plan for Frosty. I wanted to do the same thing with him as I would want done to me. I also thought that well, even if we get through this episode, we might get a good week or two, and then what? Back to this again? Can we really significantly prolong his life with all these problems (months to years?) Or are we just gaining a week while putting both of us through physical and emotional torture.
But then, Frosty got up and came into the guest room and started drinking water from the kitty fountain. Like actually drinking and not just sitting over it. Then he came over to me to I offered him treats. He ate them. Okayyy..... maybe some hope? But then he went to lay in the hallway and wouldn’t move for hours. I fell back asleep.
I woke up a half hour late to feed everyone. Walk into the office where Frosty eats, and he’s helping himself to last night’s FF that’s still out. Someone decided it was time for breakfast and he was gonna have some, whether mommy was up or not!
I started opening cans to feed the other 2 cats, and he came into their room to see what’s going on! I think he might have meowed once. So I added another half can to his bowl. He maybe ate a total of 1/2-3/4 of a can then went back to lay in the hallway. Still though, progress,
I feel back asleep instead of going to yoga, woke up at 11 and he’s munching on his sister’s FF in the guest room where I slept (I wanted to be closer to him). My civvie Bella was NOT happy about sharing. Alright Frost, I hear ya loud and clear. No vet visit today.
Now he’s laying in the guest room on the floor with me and my 2 civvies. That’s also unusual bc he usually lays in the hallway, bathroom, or under the desk when he’s ill. Now he’s being semi social. I guess he must be feeling s little better today.
I didn’t give him any pain meds yet today because I’m not sure if I should. Both bupe and gaba are very sedating for him, and it’s hard to tell if he’s feeling sick or is just under effect of the meds. I also think bupe might make him more nauseous, while gaba in my opinion acts on totally different pain receptors that are involved in pancreatitis. I also felt that gaba totally knocked him out. Although he did eat and drink a few hours after he got it.
I hope his sugars go down today. I don’t know if that’s dehydration, the fact that the depot is messed up with 2 lower shots in the last 6 cycles, or maybe just higher sugars due to his cushing’s not being controlled.
Tomorrow I gotta call his IM vet to ask what to do with his new big skin tear. It’s 2x3 cm in size and it looks like the top layer of the skin just peeled apart with raw pink tissue underneath. My poor guy!!
I’m gonna take him outside again today bc it’s nice and sunny. Dan is home today which is great, he can play with the dog and I can watch Frosty. Some fresh air would be good for all of us.
Thanks again, everyone, for all your advice and support.
EDIT: pics: 1 Pumpkin putting Bella in her place for being s hissy b*atch
2 Frosty laying on the floor with us
I woke up 1 am and I was up for 2 hours, I couldn’t sleep. I figured maybe the right thing to do was to take him to the vet today, and if he was really dehydrated and his kidneys were failing and he was just getting worse, maybe we would just put him down. I figured I could bring him in a towel so I didn’t have to put him in the carrier again. My biggest fear was that he has a seizure or something from all the toxic substances building up in his blood while I was at work. Syringe feeding him just wasn’t an option. I give credit to those who can do it, but I believe his quality of life, as well as mine, would be significantly affected. I don’t want to keep him alive at all costs. I already promised him there would be no heroic measures, no more hospital trips, no feeding tubes, etc. That’s what I would want for myself if I was even seriously ill with multiple medical problems complicating my condition.
A little side discussion... working in a general surgery group (and even when I worked in thoracic), we are often asked to put feeding tubes in patients who can’t eat because of cancer. A lot of the times the patients have very advanced cancer, and even though the family holds on to hope, we as providers KNOW this person isn’t gonna make it. It really sucks to have to take him to the operating room and do an invasive procedure on patients like that. I hate it. I know it’s what the family wants, and we often discuss the alternative - hospice, making them comfortable - but many times the family insists, and a lot of the time the oncologist backs them up. That is the least favorite part of my job. I feel like it’s not the right thing to do to someone who is so ill and has suffered so much. Most doctors you will ask wouldn’t do half the things to themselves that they do to their patients. Most health providers agree that if we get advanced cancer, we will stop practicing, and go on a tropical vacation. There was even an article published by a physician a few years ago called “How Doctors Die.” It’s very different than how the general population dies. This may be a morbid discussion for some, but being a healthcare provider, I am exposed to death, or near death a lot and have to think about these things. It is also my responsibility to first do no harm. Even if it mesns doing nothing.
And in reality, all of us should think about it. Even if it makes us uncomfortable or emotional. That’s normal. It is an unpleasant thing to think or talk about. But what’s important is to do the right thing for ourselves and our loved ones when the time comes. Personally, I spend most of my days in a hospital working, so I don’t want to die in one.
So this was my plan for Frosty. I wanted to do the same thing with him as I would want done to me. I also thought that well, even if we get through this episode, we might get a good week or two, and then what? Back to this again? Can we really significantly prolong his life with all these problems (months to years?) Or are we just gaining a week while putting both of us through physical and emotional torture.
But then, Frosty got up and came into the guest room and started drinking water from the kitty fountain. Like actually drinking and not just sitting over it. Then he came over to me to I offered him treats. He ate them. Okayyy..... maybe some hope? But then he went to lay in the hallway and wouldn’t move for hours. I fell back asleep.
I woke up a half hour late to feed everyone. Walk into the office where Frosty eats, and he’s helping himself to last night’s FF that’s still out. Someone decided it was time for breakfast and he was gonna have some, whether mommy was up or not!
I started opening cans to feed the other 2 cats, and he came into their room to see what’s going on! I think he might have meowed once. So I added another half can to his bowl. He maybe ate a total of 1/2-3/4 of a can then went back to lay in the hallway. Still though, progress,
I feel back asleep instead of going to yoga, woke up at 11 and he’s munching on his sister’s FF in the guest room where I slept (I wanted to be closer to him). My civvie Bella was NOT happy about sharing. Alright Frost, I hear ya loud and clear. No vet visit today.
Now he’s laying in the guest room on the floor with me and my 2 civvies. That’s also unusual bc he usually lays in the hallway, bathroom, or under the desk when he’s ill. Now he’s being semi social. I guess he must be feeling s little better today.
I didn’t give him any pain meds yet today because I’m not sure if I should. Both bupe and gaba are very sedating for him, and it’s hard to tell if he’s feeling sick or is just under effect of the meds. I also think bupe might make him more nauseous, while gaba in my opinion acts on totally different pain receptors that are involved in pancreatitis. I also felt that gaba totally knocked him out. Although he did eat and drink a few hours after he got it.
I hope his sugars go down today. I don’t know if that’s dehydration, the fact that the depot is messed up with 2 lower shots in the last 6 cycles, or maybe just higher sugars due to his cushing’s not being controlled.
Tomorrow I gotta call his IM vet to ask what to do with his new big skin tear. It’s 2x3 cm in size and it looks like the top layer of the skin just peeled apart with raw pink tissue underneath. My poor guy!!
I’m gonna take him outside again today bc it’s nice and sunny. Dan is home today which is great, he can play with the dog and I can watch Frosty. Some fresh air would be good for all of us.
Thanks again, everyone, for all your advice and support.

EDIT: pics: 1 Pumpkin putting Bella in her place for being s hissy b*atch
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