Squeak
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So sorry to hear about Kevin. It's clear what a good home you have given him and how well you have looked after him.
I'm so sorry, I hope you are able to enjoy what time you have left, what rotten news.As above. The locum practice vet failed to identify this when I consulted with her a couple of months ago. She said Kevin had Feline Irritable Bowel Syndrome. She didn't make any treatment recommendations or give any advice. Kevin continued to lose weight and veer between bolting large amounts of food and leaving it
Today, I took him to my usual vet (same practice),who was on annual leave when I took him before. He did a manual examination and said that Kevin had a stomach tumour.
He gave him a hefty shot of steroids and said to bring him back at the end of next week. If no improvement in appetite, and weight he will then be pts.
He's 15. He had a rotten life before he came to me, being a persecuted semi-feral stray, kicked out by his doting elderly lady owner's daughter because he scratched her two-year old son when he was dragging him round by his front legs. A friend knew that I had just lost my 22yr- old cat (who the RSPCA had assured me was 10 yrs old eight months before) to acute kidney failure, and rescued Kevin, assuring his elderly owner that he would have a good home with me.
I think he has. He's had fun taunting swans (idiot Kat!) running around with his slinky black girlfriend, lying in the sun in the wheelhouse and being a Smarmy Git with the neighbours for a bit of cheese or Dreamies.
He's been an excellent, if demanding companion whilst I've been pretty much bunk- bound with M E two days out of three. I'm a loner and he's been my best mate.
I just can't stop crying.
thinking of you Ratface. I know you will do your best for him. At some stage you will be able to remember everything that you have given Kevin. I don't ever tell anyone in real life. Just doesn't work.I'll eventually work through the blanket of grief that's smothering me at the moment. I won't tell anyone else in real life. It's not worth having the grief bounced back at me. I'll stroke Kevin and sit next to him reading, and enjoy whatever time we have left together.
Ratty, there are lots of us on here that are right here whenever you need us, just because we haven’t met face to face means nothing we all careThank you, all. I've texted Kevin's connections - the people who suggested that he could find a good-enough home with me and who I have kept in touch with. One just texted back "sorry" and the other texted back "Shame".
These are both people that I have supported through what was for them Hell and high water. Sitting with both parents, (seperately) holding their hand as they died when the offspring couldn't cope and had run out of the room, and the other to manage a bullying, abusive partner and a sadly dementing mother.
One of them I supported when her horse had to be pts, and she couldn't bear to be with him. I held his head collar when he was shot. Dealt with her daughter's violent boyfriend and explained, succinctly, exactly what would happen if he didn't go away and stay away. He did, and was never heard of again.
I'm good at supporting other people's horrible times. I've coped with the death of two husbands and my son's (ex-Army) serious PTSD, demanding wife and two sons with serious learning disabilities.
I'm prepared for the death of my beloved Old Horse. He's lived in 5* luxury for the last ten years. He'd been dumped alone in a field after getting a DDFT injury during a highly successful BSJA Grade 2 career. I bought him to prevent him going to the meat man, and he's been a laugh a minute ever since. He's rising 28 now and retired.
I'll eventually work through the blanket of grief that's smothering me at the moment. I won't tell anyone else in real life. It's not worth having the grief bounced back at me. I'll stroke Kevin and sit next to him reading, and enjoy whatever time we have left together.