monkeykisses
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I took my baby (Fluffy) to the vet last week (Monday) because she started picking up her tail and getting pee out of the litter box. That was her typical symptom telling me she had a UTI. The vet saw her, did a full blood workup and took some urine. She said her belly looked distended and wanted to take an x-ray. The x-ray showed that she had fluid build up in her stomach, so she wanted to conduct an ultrasound. I decided to hold off until we got back the blood and urine lab results. She sent us home with some antibiotics. The lab results did not show any traces of bacteria, blood, or sugar in the urine! The blood work only showed that white blood cells were elevated. I decided to see if a few days of antibiotics would get her feeling better before doing the ultrasound.
On Friday she wasn't doing better - she seemed to be getting worse. She even seemed to have lost more weight - feeling like just skin and bones. She was still peeing out of the litter box, she had trouble walking and she was eating very little. So I took her back in but the vet couldn't do much for her and just gave her some fluids. We set up an appointment for Monday (yesterday) to do an ultrasound and see what was going on. The vet tried to prepare me because she had a suspicion that it was cancer (her belly felt very hard). I just started to sob. Where did I go wrong? I feel like it all started when she wasn't getting up on the bed anymore and then started to walk on her hocks. I can't figure out where I may have missed a sign. I spent the weekend trying to make her as comfortable as possible and giving her lots of love and attention.
I took Fluffy in yesterday for her ultrasound (had to drop her off in the morning and pick her up around 4). The vet got back to me late in the day. Fluffy has pancreatic cancer and it has spread to her liver. There is nothing they can do to treat it. I tried to prepare myself for the worst news - but it tore me apart. Over the weekend I had wrestled with what I would do. I knew that I did not want her to suffer or be in prolonged pain and that I didn't want to do something out of my selfishness in not being able to let her go. I know it is the right thing to do for her - but it is the most painful thing I have done yet. Fluffy has been with me for 16 years. I got her in 1996 on Memorial day weekend - she was about 6 weeks old, along with her brother Peanut. She was given to me by my friend when I got my first apartment. They were my babies that were with me through many happy times and also many painful times in my life.
So I decided I would not to go into work today and spend the day with my girl. We will be going to the vet today at 6pm and I will need to let her go. She is getting lots of love (and treats - anything she wants!). Peanut has given her several kisses on the head. I don't know if he knows what is happening and that his sister is very sick. My boyfriend will be coming with me. Fluffy has known him for over 10 years. I just don't know how I am going to stop crying.
Please say a prayer for her.
On Friday she wasn't doing better - she seemed to be getting worse. She even seemed to have lost more weight - feeling like just skin and bones. She was still peeing out of the litter box, she had trouble walking and she was eating very little. So I took her back in but the vet couldn't do much for her and just gave her some fluids. We set up an appointment for Monday (yesterday) to do an ultrasound and see what was going on. The vet tried to prepare me because she had a suspicion that it was cancer (her belly felt very hard). I just started to sob. Where did I go wrong? I feel like it all started when she wasn't getting up on the bed anymore and then started to walk on her hocks. I can't figure out where I may have missed a sign. I spent the weekend trying to make her as comfortable as possible and giving her lots of love and attention.
I took Fluffy in yesterday for her ultrasound (had to drop her off in the morning and pick her up around 4). The vet got back to me late in the day. Fluffy has pancreatic cancer and it has spread to her liver. There is nothing they can do to treat it. I tried to prepare myself for the worst news - but it tore me apart. Over the weekend I had wrestled with what I would do. I knew that I did not want her to suffer or be in prolonged pain and that I didn't want to do something out of my selfishness in not being able to let her go. I know it is the right thing to do for her - but it is the most painful thing I have done yet. Fluffy has been with me for 16 years. I got her in 1996 on Memorial day weekend - she was about 6 weeks old, along with her brother Peanut. She was given to me by my friend when I got my first apartment. They were my babies that were with me through many happy times and also many painful times in my life.
So I decided I would not to go into work today and spend the day with my girl. We will be going to the vet today at 6pm and I will need to let her go. She is getting lots of love (and treats - anything she wants!). Peanut has given her several kisses on the head. I don't know if he knows what is happening and that his sister is very sick. My boyfriend will be coming with me. Fluffy has known him for over 10 years. I just don't know how I am going to stop crying.
Please say a prayer for her.
