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Aug. 24th, 2012 07:49 pmI'm going to be shedding many, many tears this weekend. Our youngest cat, Scamp, has been listless and not eating for the past week. Husband took him to the vet today. I knew the prognosis was bad when husband texted me to tell me to pick up chocolate at the store, and as soon as I got home, he was hugging me.
Scamp has feline leukemia and FIV. He's not expected to make it through the weekend. If by chance he does, Husband has an appointment to have him put to sleep Monday morning.
My cats are the closest things I have to children. Scamp's only four. The others are 12, 13 and 13. I thought I'd be losing them first. I thought we'd have Scamp with us for many years yet. He's the Big Guy, the giant, the one who might be part Maine Coon. When we took him to get fixed (when he was a year old), the vet tech picked up his carrier and exclaimed, "My god, what do you feed him, small cattle?" He was 14 pounds before this past week. At the vet, he was only 9 pounds.
This is my first experience with losing a close pet. I had a mouse in college who died, but that didn't really affect me. The cat I had as a kid died, but she wasn't around for it. She just went for a walk one day when she was 11 or 12, and never came home. I wasn't around for it, either; I'd moved to Ohio by that point, and didn't think she'd make the move well. My parents' dog was put down a few years ago, but she'd been getting old and wasn't quite right after she ran into the parked car a few years before that. I wasn't close to the cats and dogs at my in-laws' place who passed away while I was just dating my husband.
Scamp was a fighter, though. We were always patching him up after his bouts with other neighborhood toms. I shouldn't be surprised he caught either/both. I'm glad I already had Monday off, but this is going to put a funky wrinkle in my doctor's appointment.
I'm trying to get a good picture of him, but the room is darker than the flash sensor and the kiddo keeps closing his pretty green eyes. :-P
Husband got a medication for Scamp that should let him rest easier. I just....I don't know how I'm going to handle it until it happens.
Scamp has feline leukemia and FIV. He's not expected to make it through the weekend. If by chance he does, Husband has an appointment to have him put to sleep Monday morning.
My cats are the closest things I have to children. Scamp's only four. The others are 12, 13 and 13. I thought I'd be losing them first. I thought we'd have Scamp with us for many years yet. He's the Big Guy, the giant, the one who might be part Maine Coon. When we took him to get fixed (when he was a year old), the vet tech picked up his carrier and exclaimed, "My god, what do you feed him, small cattle?" He was 14 pounds before this past week. At the vet, he was only 9 pounds.
This is my first experience with losing a close pet. I had a mouse in college who died, but that didn't really affect me. The cat I had as a kid died, but she wasn't around for it. She just went for a walk one day when she was 11 or 12, and never came home. I wasn't around for it, either; I'd moved to Ohio by that point, and didn't think she'd make the move well. My parents' dog was put down a few years ago, but she'd been getting old and wasn't quite right after she ran into the parked car a few years before that. I wasn't close to the cats and dogs at my in-laws' place who passed away while I was just dating my husband.
Scamp was a fighter, though. We were always patching him up after his bouts with other neighborhood toms. I shouldn't be surprised he caught either/both. I'm glad I already had Monday off, but this is going to put a funky wrinkle in my doctor's appointment.
I'm trying to get a good picture of him, but the room is darker than the flash sensor and the kiddo keeps closing his pretty green eyes. :-P
Husband got a medication for Scamp that should let him rest easier. I just....I don't know how I'm going to handle it until it happens.
