Well, there's no need to update this anymore.
December 11, at 4pm, Bosco passed away in my arms at home. After 3 days of deteriorating, not eating, and pain, I decided to let him go to Rainbow Bridge after a very short struggle with Melanoma. From the day he was diagnosed, to the day he passed, it was a very short 48 days.
RIP, my handsome boy, love of my life. I will see you again.
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Saturday, 7 December 2013
I'm treasuring every minute extra I get with Bosco these days.
On November 24, 2013, I sadly had to put my oldest kitty down due to old age. His name was Raughja, a solid white Domestic Short hair who came into my life 22 years ago. He was my first cat, and he's been with me through every triumph and failure in my life. And it absolutely killed me a little inside, when I sent him to "Rainbow Bridge". Looking back, I know I did the right thing, as he was frail and weighed only 6lbs. He was no longer enjoying life... he stopped eating for 24 hours, and I knew it was time to let him go.
I love you Bubby, and I will see you again. <3
Then, on November 25, 2013... I was admitted to hospital for a gall bladder attack. November 26, had surgery to remove it. And have spent the rest of the days recovering at home.
December 3, 2013, Bosco hadn't eaten or drank in 3 days so I took him into the vet. They told me he was dehydrated, and things look grim. They started him on IV fluid, Buprenorphine & Metacam for pain, and Mirtazapine for appetite stimulation. I had to syringe feed him for a day, and he finally started eating on his own. The vet called in a couple days, asked how he was doing, and despite that I said he was eating and appeared content, they told me I need to consider his quality of life, and consider euthanasia. I was angry. I was angry that it was like they didn't believe me, that he started eating... or that they were hinting I'm keeping him around, in pain, for my own selfish needs. I know my cat better than anyone, and I know what is normal behaviour, and what isn't.
After much debate and back and fourth calls, the vet refilled his pain meds for the weekend. He has been great... he's still eating on his own, though sometimes does need coaxing, and I have had to stop all supplements, because he can smell them. I think this might be part of the reason he stopped eating (besides pain). So now i'm feeding him high calorie food, kitten food, anything he will eat, as long as he's eating. AND, he will run for treats still.
I'm taking it one day at a time, and I'm so happy for every extra day I get with him. I know it's only buying us some time, as the tumor has definetely doubled in size and has spread... I keep finding little tumors under his fur, in random places. I am so thankful to still have him, especially after losing Raughja recently, that I've decided to decorate my tree with the names of the animals on a Pet Cancer Support group I'm on, on Facebook. I have about 100 names so far, of all the fur babies who have lost, or are still battling this terrible disease. If you wish to add your fur baby to my tree of hope, who is battling or has lost to cancer, please comment below.
This is Bosco today, helping with the tree (and then sleeping in a bed he doesn't fit in):
On November 24, 2013, I sadly had to put my oldest kitty down due to old age. His name was Raughja, a solid white Domestic Short hair who came into my life 22 years ago. He was my first cat, and he's been with me through every triumph and failure in my life. And it absolutely killed me a little inside, when I sent him to "Rainbow Bridge". Looking back, I know I did the right thing, as he was frail and weighed only 6lbs. He was no longer enjoying life... he stopped eating for 24 hours, and I knew it was time to let him go.
I love you Bubby, and I will see you again. <3
Then, on November 25, 2013... I was admitted to hospital for a gall bladder attack. November 26, had surgery to remove it. And have spent the rest of the days recovering at home.
December 3, 2013, Bosco hadn't eaten or drank in 3 days so I took him into the vet. They told me he was dehydrated, and things look grim. They started him on IV fluid, Buprenorphine & Metacam for pain, and Mirtazapine for appetite stimulation. I had to syringe feed him for a day, and he finally started eating on his own. The vet called in a couple days, asked how he was doing, and despite that I said he was eating and appeared content, they told me I need to consider his quality of life, and consider euthanasia. I was angry. I was angry that it was like they didn't believe me, that he started eating... or that they were hinting I'm keeping him around, in pain, for my own selfish needs. I know my cat better than anyone, and I know what is normal behaviour, and what isn't.
After much debate and back and fourth calls, the vet refilled his pain meds for the weekend. He has been great... he's still eating on his own, though sometimes does need coaxing, and I have had to stop all supplements, because he can smell them. I think this might be part of the reason he stopped eating (besides pain). So now i'm feeding him high calorie food, kitten food, anything he will eat, as long as he's eating. AND, he will run for treats still.
I'm taking it one day at a time, and I'm so happy for every extra day I get with him. I know it's only buying us some time, as the tumor has definetely doubled in size and has spread... I keep finding little tumors under his fur, in random places. I am so thankful to still have him, especially after losing Raughja recently, that I've decided to decorate my tree with the names of the animals on a Pet Cancer Support group I'm on, on Facebook. I have about 100 names so far, of all the fur babies who have lost, or are still battling this terrible disease. If you wish to add your fur baby to my tree of hope, who is battling or has lost to cancer, please comment below.
This is Bosco today, helping with the tree (and then sleeping in a bed he doesn't fit in):
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