max&emmasmommie
Member Since 2012
Hello,
My last condo is here: http://www.felinediabetes.com/FDMB/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=82547
Thank you to all who posted there!
Max may have tried to get away last night. I'm not sure. I had wanted DH to see him when the bupe had worn off, and this was the first time he sat in a cat loaf. My husband came home, and Max wasn't on the chaise. DH called for him, and he came out of the bushes by one of the lower ponds. Perhaps he just went to get a drink. DH thinks he was hiding.
Max couldn't walk all the way up the driveway. He lay down part way up. DH carried him to the house and was pretty torn up about it. I gave Max a dose of bupe, and he ate a couple of pieces of liver, but it seemed to hurt him somehow. I've been keeping the Pepcid and Cerenia on schedule. Not sure what could have hurt him. Maybe he needs the Pepcid twice a day now. He wanted to stay in the office, but I brought him to the bed. He still had a small nub of Fluids that had not absorbed.
I wanted to cuddle him so badly, but he did not want that. My husband has always teased me about how I love all over him whether he likes it or not. He has tolerated it more and more the older he got, and sometimes he would settle in and purr up a storm. Now, I feel I must respect his boundaries. It is heartbreaking for me to know we will never cuddle again. He slept with us most of the night at my feet.
At about 4:30 a.m. he got up, and I carried him to the LB. He got out of it and went to his water bowl, but just stared at it. I put some water on his mouth for him to lick. He did, but he didn't want me to mess with him. I kept giving him water until I felt he'd had enough to wet his mouth. It wasn't time for more bupe, but I gave him about 1/3 of a dose, just in case. He walked back to the foot of the stairs, and I carried him up to the bed.
When I woke up this morning he was standing at the sliding glass door. He wanted out on the balcony. I carried him downstairs, put him in his LB, and again he got out. He went to the patio door wanting out. I decided to give him liver. This time he ate about 1/2 of a liver. I had thought he wanted outside to find a place to die, but then he ate! Very confusing.
I helped him get some water, and carried him back upstairs. He went to the bathtub, and I lifted him into it. Then I brought him a towel to lie on. I went back to bed, but I heard him get out of the tub. He came to the sliding glass door again. So, I let him out, but he couldn't decide where to lie down out there. He came back inside.
I took him downstairs, gave him more bupe and put him on the love seat. He sat in a cat loaf at first, but now he is lying down. I gave him 100 cc of Fluids. He didn't fight me at all, but I did it right where he was lying instead of carrying him over to the kitchen floor. He looks ok now -- more relaxed.
The home euthanasia vet's office called, and the assistant said if he's eating and we can keep giving him some food, we can wait until tomorrow. Today is very busy for us; and we need to focus on Max when this happens. So, it will probably be tomorrow morning at about 11 a.m. It is so hard to schedule his death! I tear up every time I talk with someone about the date and time. I literally feel pain in my nose as my eyes fill with tears. Nonetheless, I can't stand to see him like this any longer, and I can't wait until it's too late.
My last condo is here: http://www.felinediabetes.com/FDMB/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=82547
Thank you to all who posted there!
Max may have tried to get away last night. I'm not sure. I had wanted DH to see him when the bupe had worn off, and this was the first time he sat in a cat loaf. My husband came home, and Max wasn't on the chaise. DH called for him, and he came out of the bushes by one of the lower ponds. Perhaps he just went to get a drink. DH thinks he was hiding.
Max couldn't walk all the way up the driveway. He lay down part way up. DH carried him to the house and was pretty torn up about it. I gave Max a dose of bupe, and he ate a couple of pieces of liver, but it seemed to hurt him somehow. I've been keeping the Pepcid and Cerenia on schedule. Not sure what could have hurt him. Maybe he needs the Pepcid twice a day now. He wanted to stay in the office, but I brought him to the bed. He still had a small nub of Fluids that had not absorbed.
I wanted to cuddle him so badly, but he did not want that. My husband has always teased me about how I love all over him whether he likes it or not. He has tolerated it more and more the older he got, and sometimes he would settle in and purr up a storm. Now, I feel I must respect his boundaries. It is heartbreaking for me to know we will never cuddle again. He slept with us most of the night at my feet.
At about 4:30 a.m. he got up, and I carried him to the LB. He got out of it and went to his water bowl, but just stared at it. I put some water on his mouth for him to lick. He did, but he didn't want me to mess with him. I kept giving him water until I felt he'd had enough to wet his mouth. It wasn't time for more bupe, but I gave him about 1/3 of a dose, just in case. He walked back to the foot of the stairs, and I carried him up to the bed.
When I woke up this morning he was standing at the sliding glass door. He wanted out on the balcony. I carried him downstairs, put him in his LB, and again he got out. He went to the patio door wanting out. I decided to give him liver. This time he ate about 1/2 of a liver. I had thought he wanted outside to find a place to die, but then he ate! Very confusing.
I helped him get some water, and carried him back upstairs. He went to the bathtub, and I lifted him into it. Then I brought him a towel to lie on. I went back to bed, but I heard him get out of the tub. He came to the sliding glass door again. So, I let him out, but he couldn't decide where to lie down out there. He came back inside.
I took him downstairs, gave him more bupe and put him on the love seat. He sat in a cat loaf at first, but now he is lying down. I gave him 100 cc of Fluids. He didn't fight me at all, but I did it right where he was lying instead of carrying him over to the kitchen floor. He looks ok now -- more relaxed.
The home euthanasia vet's office called, and the assistant said if he's eating and we can keep giving him some food, we can wait until tomorrow. Today is very busy for us; and we need to focus on Max when this happens. So, it will probably be tomorrow morning at about 11 a.m. It is so hard to schedule his death! I tear up every time I talk with someone about the date and time. I literally feel pain in my nose as my eyes fill with tears. Nonetheless, I can't stand to see him like this any longer, and I can't wait until it's too late.
