Posted in Chi-Town Fur Gang, tagged cat, cats, grief, loss, Rumpelmintz on June 16, 2013| 7 Comments »
Rumpelmintz is gone. My friend Barb used to say “Rumpelmintz is too stubborn to die.” I guess she was right. In the end, we did have to give her a little help. It was time, and she needed to be told it was okay to let go.
My little girl, a princess napping on a pillow
Posted in Chi-Town Fur Gang, tagged cats, grief, Kitty.com, loss on July 16, 2012| 9 Comments »
Kitty.com has left us today. She fought a valiant battle, but she looked tired and ready to go. I assured her she could rest now, and left her in the incredibly compassionate and capable hands of Dr. Olsen. Kitty.com seemed unsure for just a moment, before tucking her sweet face into Dr. Olsen’s chest, ready for her battle to end.
Posted in Chi-Town Fur Gang, tagged cats, grief, Jellybean, loss on September 7, 2010| 9 Comments »
I lost Jellybean today. Jellybean was my firecracker, with lots of “tortie-tude”. The spark of that firecracker has sadly gone out.
Jellybean in their window enclosure
Posted in Chi-Town Fur Gang, tagged cancer, grief, loss, Studley on July 12, 2010| 15 Comments »
As I’d posted previously, Studley was diagnosed with cancer a few weeks ago. I opted not to pursue IV chemotherapy or immunotherapy (vaccination therapy). While they might have slowed the progress of the cancer, it would have meant a lot of unhappy car trips for my little man. He’d been losing weight drastically since January, so I wasn’t optimistic any treatment would buy him much time. We did put him on oral prednisolone (steroids) to hopefully reduce the swelling in his lymph nodes, increase his appetite and make him more comfortable.
For two weeks, the steroids helped – he was eating more and seemingly feeling better. Due to the weight loss, he was even able to do things like hop up to the back of the couch – something he hadn’t been able to do previously. However, the past week he started to deteriorate again. He lost 6 ounces. He vomited violently on Sunday. I felt we should spend one last, really nice, weekend together, and then ask the vet to help him move on. Maybe this was a selfless act on my part, wanting him to move on BEFORE he was suffering and unhappy – while he was still having relatively good days filled with sunshine and fresh air in our outdoor window encosure. Perhaps it was selfish, wanting to spare myself the agony of watching my little man die. Maybe it was both. I’m not sure.
Studley, his last weekend
Life of the Lintee Bean 