Yesterday I had to put my gwen kitty to sleep. I knew she hadn’t been feeling well for a while but didn’t think it was anything serious. In retrospect yesterday I questioned myself. Should have I been more proactive? She’s been vomiting here and there for the past few months but nothing more than hairballs. I needed to take her into the vet for her annual and have been putting it off….. I started to feel guilty for not doing more. She couldn’t keep anything down friday. I went to sleep with her on the couch friday night; giving her love and trying to get her to drink water. saturday morning I found her in a corner lying on the floor and looking disoriented. I knew it couldn’t be good. The ultrasound found a large cancerous mass on her liver. The vet said there were a few things we could try however at best it would be a band-aid. I didn’t want to prolong her suffering so that was that. I stood beside her and gave her kisses and love as the vet gave her an overdose of anesthetic.
Almost losing my orange kitty earlier this fall in a way prepared me for having to let gwen go. Even if I had found out earlier that gwen had cancer what more could I have really done? Spent time and money in vet bills to try to make her better? No, I think although it was emotional and hard to do, it happened the way it should have happened. Her life wasn’t prolonged and she isn’t suffering any longer. We had a great fifteen years together and I’m thankful I didn’t lose both of them within the same time frame. I might have been a crying mess otherwise. Thank you gwen for being such a great kitty…….