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 years.
Two months ago, Basette, my 14 year old domestic shorthair cat, was taken in to the vet because of poor coat condition, excessive water consumption and urination (in inappropriate places of course), and overall lethargic demeanor. She was diagnosed with diabetes. Her initial glucose levels were over 350 (100-150 is normal, 200 high end of…
Some good news at least. Kiesha’s blood tests showed that all of her organs are functioning normally. Her thyroid levels are at the same range they were last time she was tested. So we’re all good there. That’s a bit of a relief. Next step will be the ultrasound. It’s quite expensive. I’m not sure…
Basette’s condition hasn’t changed much. She is still primarily staying in the kitchen. She’s developed the sniffles (clear discharge). I’ll ask the vet about that tomorrow. She’s continuing to have trouble with motor coordination on her back legs. She doesn’t seem to be in pain (slight discomfort from her back legs possibly). When she was…
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…
Today started with a vet visit with Stella for her fluids. She has been so good about it. Surprising, considering that she has limited patience. If something takes longer than five minutes, she will start protesting vigorously. The fluids have made a huge difference for her: the evening after she has her fluids, she plays…
It’s funny how much you miss cats purring in the morning until you don’t have both of them in the room with you. Brie Brie, my Maine Coon cross kitty, was downstairs staring out the sliding glass doors when the neighbor’s cat walked up and sat about a foot from the door. Brie Brie didn’t…