2006-09-25
requien aeternam, Baby Stankmouth @ 9:54 p.m.
It seemed she was getting better. She had recovered somewhat, but still was not back to her old self 100%. I knew from research that her chances at 100% recovery were very unlikely; some accounts guaranteed that she would always be weak and not particularly stable. That was the reality for her. I noticed over the weekend that she just wasn�t eating like she should be, more like pushing the food around in the bowl and licking at it than actually eating. Friday night I gave her some of the appetite stimulant medication we�d gotten for her before. By Sunday night, she was eating like it was going out of style. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, she ralphed up every single thing in her belly, followed by foamy saliva. She just kept barfing, and then she�d cry loudly whenever we were near. Told Man Unit to keep an eye on her and keep trying to get her to eat a little something. He called me later and said he was going to take her to the vet because she was still crying and hiding, never good for an animal. About 10 minutes later, he was yelling at me to call the vet as he was on his way and she was now bleeding.They told him that this is the way it would be from now on. She could crash at any time for any stress-related reason; real or imagined, costing us anywhere from 1500-3000 bucks a pop, with no guarantee of survival. Honestly, as she never would regain her full strength, each time would tax her more and more until it killed her outright. He asked the vet: if this was your cat, would you put her down? She said that she would, no doubt. So we did. Her quality of life would have simply decreased until there was no more.
She was a beautiful, funny and demanding little girl. The Ass Princess aka Baby Stankmouth nee Zen will be missed.
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