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Oct. 19th, 2010 01:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeSo sad.
Stuart called me today from California. Previously--last week when he arrived in NYC, he took Edna Mo to the vet on Thursday, where they did a ton of tests on her, including drawing a lot of blood. When she returned to the apartment she bled a LOT--all over the bathroom, I mean ALL over. I passed this on to Stuart. I let her sleep on the bed, and of course she bled all over my comforter--I just gave up, thinking it can't get worse, might as well keep her out while I'm here (of course when I left I put her back in the bathroom). I wasn't at the apartment much for the next day or so, not until Saturday afternoon--I came back after brunch with Anya and my brothers and brought her out, and she just plopped out on the end of my bed and just slept there for a long, long time. She really didn't stir much except for dinner all the rest of the day.
The next day, Sunday, was when Stuart was going to take her back for good. I told him she'd been lethargic--he seemed thoughtful, scooped her up and they were gone. I texted to him to let me know Edna's status (he was keeping her in the cabin with him, i.e., not in the baggage hold. I was worried about how she'd handle that, and also I have a real problem with pets in the baggage hold).
Stuart called me tonight.
Squeakers--my nickname for Edna, 'cause she squeaks her meows at dinnertime--is not doing so well. He took her to a vet today. She's had a cyst in her belly for a long time--I noticed it when she was here. It was, uh, filled with blood--Stuart had said that previous vets had said it was fine, just filled with blood and they would drain it. This vet, the California vet, said actually it's bigger than that, and it's part of what caused her urination problems. The vet said they could try to solve the problem but it would involve exploratory surgery which may or may not solve the problem and regardless there would be a long painful recovery period. Stuart and Karine (my SIL) discussed it and decided with all of the health problems she's been having and the difficulty of assuring a positive prognosis, that the kindest thing to do would be to have her put down tomorrow.
Oh, it is so sad. I feel so terrible. I'm mainly sad because these were her last few months and she wasn't with her daddy, she was with me. She should've been with Stuart. I feel--AWFUL about that. If my Tatiana or Tibby were with someone else for the last few months of their lives? And I feel awful about the stress I've felt about her urinary and vomiting problems. It's not behavioral, it's part of the health problems she's been having.
I just want to wrap her up in a huge big hug and kiss her. I feel awful right now. I was supposed to be handing her back to her daddy and now I unwittingly stole the last few months of her life, and I was stressed and frustrated because of her presence for some of that.
Stuart called me today from California. Previously--last week when he arrived in NYC, he took Edna Mo to the vet on Thursday, where they did a ton of tests on her, including drawing a lot of blood. When she returned to the apartment she bled a LOT--all over the bathroom, I mean ALL over. I passed this on to Stuart. I let her sleep on the bed, and of course she bled all over my comforter--I just gave up, thinking it can't get worse, might as well keep her out while I'm here (of course when I left I put her back in the bathroom). I wasn't at the apartment much for the next day or so, not until Saturday afternoon--I came back after brunch with Anya and my brothers and brought her out, and she just plopped out on the end of my bed and just slept there for a long, long time. She really didn't stir much except for dinner all the rest of the day.
The next day, Sunday, was when Stuart was going to take her back for good. I told him she'd been lethargic--he seemed thoughtful, scooped her up and they were gone. I texted to him to let me know Edna's status (he was keeping her in the cabin with him, i.e., not in the baggage hold. I was worried about how she'd handle that, and also I have a real problem with pets in the baggage hold).
Stuart called me tonight.
Squeakers--my nickname for Edna, 'cause she squeaks her meows at dinnertime--is not doing so well. He took her to a vet today. She's had a cyst in her belly for a long time--I noticed it when she was here. It was, uh, filled with blood--Stuart had said that previous vets had said it was fine, just filled with blood and they would drain it. This vet, the California vet, said actually it's bigger than that, and it's part of what caused her urination problems. The vet said they could try to solve the problem but it would involve exploratory surgery which may or may not solve the problem and regardless there would be a long painful recovery period. Stuart and Karine (my SIL) discussed it and decided with all of the health problems she's been having and the difficulty of assuring a positive prognosis, that the kindest thing to do would be to have her put down tomorrow.
Oh, it is so sad. I feel so terrible. I'm mainly sad because these were her last few months and she wasn't with her daddy, she was with me. She should've been with Stuart. I feel--AWFUL about that. If my Tatiana or Tibby were with someone else for the last few months of their lives? And I feel awful about the stress I've felt about her urinary and vomiting problems. It's not behavioral, it's part of the health problems she's been having.
I just want to wrap her up in a huge big hug and kiss her. I feel awful right now. I was supposed to be handing her back to her daddy and now I unwittingly stole the last few months of her life, and I was stressed and frustrated because of her presence for some of that.
