stacia
Member Since 2014
I haven't posted here regularly in awhile and hate to return under these circumstances. Still, I feel like posting here is part of closing the loop that I need to complete.
We helped my dear Tasha, age 17+, pass early on the morning of June 22. Even though it's been over six weeks, my heart is still completely broken and I can't believe she isn't here anymore.
She had been on insulin since August of 2014 and while we never achieved remission, she was on the teensiest of doses. She was sometimes a difficult patient but she was super cooperative when it came to testing and injections. My girl really thrived after her diagnosis.
Unfortunately, she went downhill very quickly. Over the weekend, she was crying and spinning when trying to go potty. We thought she may be constipated and took her to the emergency vet where they gave her an enema based primarily on what we were reporting and also an x-ray. They also gave her fluids. She acted OK that evening and next morning. The next afternoon, our vet called back with her blood test results. She said she was surprised Tasha was even alert with values so horrible. We had just had her tested in March and everything was fine. We took her in that evening to learn how to give her sub-qs. She hadn't been eating well and that night, she ate a ton of chicken baby food.
But as the night went on, she kept crying. She couldn't get comfortable and her tongue kept hanging out. Around 10:30, we knew what we had to do. She crossed sometime after midnight as my husband held her and I stroked her head.
We will adopt again, if for no reason other than our remaining kitty, Ripley, is NOT a solo kitty. They didn't get along great but we've had to go out of town a couple of times and he just screams when he's left alone. In September, we plan to bring him home a companion.
Thank you for all of the advice and support this board has offered over the years. We wouldn't have made it as far as we did without you. I was able to adopt all of her meds, syringes, etc to a local shelter to help other sugar kitties, which made me feel a little better.
Here's what I posted on my FB after she passed:
She wasn't just A cat. She was OUR cat, which means she was the BEST cat. Tasha spent over 17 years ensuring everyone knew she was a complete bad ass. She had earned her reputation as a New Yorker with vets, visitors, and many friends online. But with us, especially as she grew older, she was a very sweet girl. She came to us as a going away present when we moved from Buffalo to Raleigh, changing residences and exploring hotels up and down the east coast. Her early fondness for marshmallows, potatoes, and cupcakes likely contributed to her diagnosis of diabetes three years ago. She sat for her twice-daily blood sugar tests like a champ, usually purring and drooling in our laps. Her decline was fast and we did all we could, but last night it was clear that she was asking to go. It was both the easiest and hardest decision we've ever made. We miss our beautiful girl so much but we are richer for having her in our lives.
She may not be covering everything with her fur anymore, but she will always be in our hearts.
We helped my dear Tasha, age 17+, pass early on the morning of June 22. Even though it's been over six weeks, my heart is still completely broken and I can't believe she isn't here anymore.
She had been on insulin since August of 2014 and while we never achieved remission, she was on the teensiest of doses. She was sometimes a difficult patient but she was super cooperative when it came to testing and injections. My girl really thrived after her diagnosis.
Unfortunately, she went downhill very quickly. Over the weekend, she was crying and spinning when trying to go potty. We thought she may be constipated and took her to the emergency vet where they gave her an enema based primarily on what we were reporting and also an x-ray. They also gave her fluids. She acted OK that evening and next morning. The next afternoon, our vet called back with her blood test results. She said she was surprised Tasha was even alert with values so horrible. We had just had her tested in March and everything was fine. We took her in that evening to learn how to give her sub-qs. She hadn't been eating well and that night, she ate a ton of chicken baby food.
But as the night went on, she kept crying. She couldn't get comfortable and her tongue kept hanging out. Around 10:30, we knew what we had to do. She crossed sometime after midnight as my husband held her and I stroked her head.
We will adopt again, if for no reason other than our remaining kitty, Ripley, is NOT a solo kitty. They didn't get along great but we've had to go out of town a couple of times and he just screams when he's left alone. In September, we plan to bring him home a companion.
Thank you for all of the advice and support this board has offered over the years. We wouldn't have made it as far as we did without you. I was able to adopt all of her meds, syringes, etc to a local shelter to help other sugar kitties, which made me feel a little better.
Here's what I posted on my FB after she passed:
She wasn't just A cat. She was OUR cat, which means she was the BEST cat. Tasha spent over 17 years ensuring everyone knew she was a complete bad ass. She had earned her reputation as a New Yorker with vets, visitors, and many friends online. But with us, especially as she grew older, she was a very sweet girl. She came to us as a going away present when we moved from Buffalo to Raleigh, changing residences and exploring hotels up and down the east coast. Her early fondness for marshmallows, potatoes, and cupcakes likely contributed to her diagnosis of diabetes three years ago. She sat for her twice-daily blood sugar tests like a champ, usually purring and drooling in our laps. Her decline was fast and we did all we could, but last night it was clear that she was asking to go. It was both the easiest and hardest decision we've ever made. We miss our beautiful girl so much but we are richer for having her in our lives.
She may not be covering everything with her fur anymore, but she will always be in our hearts.
