I guess though I came to blog today about the sad loss of my littlest cat, Piper. She was actually my mom's cat, but she came to live with me the past 3 months as she had IBS, esophagitis and pancreatitis. She needed up to 5 meds a day, plus fluids and a lot of food. I was basically a vet tech for her, giving palliative care. It sounds like a lot to put a cat through, but she responded so well. She was completely back to her old self. While she was here, she played with the grump, Mable; slept with Daphne on the couch and sat with me while I sculpted. She was a special little thing, who never grew up. One day she just wasn't eating as much and she wasn't herself. My vet came out twice last week to take blood and give me more meds. On Friday she called at 12:30 to tell me the blood work was bad. Piper had pancreatic cancer. 2 hours later and piper was the sickest she had ever been. We put her to sleep at 7 pm.
She was doing so well on her meds, I honestly thought she would be around until the summer. I knew this was how we would lose her, but it just seems so sudden. I never get use to this. Losing loved ones never gets easier, it gets harder with each passing. Knowing the pain that you have to endure the next time one gets chronically sick. I still have 3 cats, a dog and a horse to go through this with. It feels like a sacrifice; we get 14-16 years of pure love from these little people and the sacrifice is the pain of losing them and making the decision to put them down and end their pain. This is a feeling I will never get used to; a feeling I never want to get used to.
