Photographs

I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with some of the grief: making a memorial for Basette here at the house. I have a small table with pictures of all of my relatives who have died, poems I wrote for eulogies, and knick-knacks that remind me of them. An apple pie-scented candle for my grandmother who baked amazing pies; a picture of my Dad playing with the cats; two pages worth...

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Hitting, running…

It hasn’t really hit me that Basette won’t be back. On an intellectual level, I know that she won’t be back; that she is gone forever to visit only in memories. On an emotional level, it’s very hard to accept. No, not hard to accept. It is hard to express the grief. How do you say goodbye to a kitten who has been with you for 14 years? I’ll always think of her...

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Strange days

It has been only a few days since Basette was put to sleep. I left for travel that same day. How do you prepare to walk into your home and not be greeted by a furry little friend? How do you know for the emotional shock of seeing remnants of your pet’s life — but no pet? Friday it will hit me, and probaby quite hard. Basette was a constant companion for 14...

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Little Sister Graduated!

Man, I feel old. My youngest sister — 15 years younger than me — just graduated from high school. Even though I missed the ceremony, I was able to make it for the family party. So good news (her graudation) and bad news (Basette’s passing). I’m in DC this week, so I won’t be posting much. I’ll be back home on the 18th. Related Images:

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One Last Purr

Basette purred when I picked her up during the consultation with her vet this morning. We spoke candidly about the Little Black Wonder Cat(tm): treatment options, outlook, and chances for Basette to have a normal life. She had received regular fluids to flush toxins (side effect of the kidney disease). Her glucose levels, usually stabilized by her healthy eating habits, were spiking and dropping. She didn’t feel because she wasn’t consistently interested in...

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Visit with Basette

I visited with Basette for 1.5 hours today. When I first got there, she purred, stood up in her cage, and walked over to me. Purring so loudly. So happy to see me. She seemed better at first. She cuddled under my chin, purred contentedly. After about 20 minutes, she became uncomfortable and squirmed to be put down. She walked around on the floor a few steps, stop, and wobble on her back...

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Basette update

Quick note: the vet called this morning. Basette hasn’t improved. My regular vet wasn’t in today, so she asked another vet to call me. Her glucose levels had dipped low again last night, so she is still responding to the insulin. I’ll post again after I visit Basette. Related Images:

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Bad news

Basette spent the day at the vet’s for monitoring. We’d hoped that she would continue to improve Wednesday after bouncing back so thoroughly on Tuesday. The vet called me this morning. In a long voicemail message, she said that Basette looked worse: lethargic, not interested in eating/drinking, didn’t want to walk around, and generally feeling blah. Why would Basette be worse when her glucose levels were lower and seemed to be finally under...

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Ah c’mon, Isis… just a little bute

Isis, like her sire, is very intelligent. She tasted the bute (horse aspirin) in her grain and refused to eat it. Even crumbling treats into the grain didn’t tempt her. She picked them out and left the grain. We had another trick up our sleeves! The barn manager quartered an apple and inserted small pieces of a bute tablet into each section. Isis ate the first one, then spit out the a piece....

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Basette update

The vet called this morning with some good news! Basette’s morning glucose was 405 (much lower then the prior day’s 500+), and her lunch-time glucose was 339. She’s edging back towards a normal glucose level finally. The best news was that Basette was up and walking around the clinic. Not just a step or two — but the entire circumference of the back room. Her change in activity says more to me than...

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Cat Tag

When Basette was a kitten, she used to play tag. She’d sit under my chair and purr when that tail-twitching mood descended. Not a half-hearted purr-so-you’ll-put-me-down, but her full-throated, shake-the-floor-like-Granddad’s-snoring purr. It didn’t matter if I had to finish a paper for the next day’s class. She wanted to play, and she wanted to play now. As her human, it was my obligation to fulfill her every whim. I could ignore her to...

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Bounce-back Basette

Every other day with Basette has paled in comparison with today. When I took her in to the vet’s this morning, I fully expected to face a horrible decision. She wasn’t comfortable, and I did not want her to suffer. It’s a sad considering saying good bye to an animal you love dearly. How do you prepare? How do you know when it’s time to let her go instead of trying just one...

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Maybe some other options…

Basette went back to the vet’s this morning. She really isn’t herself today. She’s been walking into cabinets. Her water and food seemed almost untouched. Only one spot in the litter box this morning. She is still having trouble standing. I was on my way in to work this morning and I called the vet. She said to bring Basette in for a neurological exam, so I turned around, drove home to pick...

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