Within a matter of days, or perhaps hours, our house will be home to one less
feline spirit…or at least the body in which she has been housed for the past
thirteen years. Miss Maude is very
ill. She’s fixing to give up that body
soon. And there’s little for me to do
but watch helplessly, and try to ease her transition, a little.
On Saturday, we took her to the local vet, who confirmed
with an ultra-sound that her entire abdomen was full of cancer, which would
explain her inability to eat. We were
given a few choices, including an offer of referral to a “veterinary oncologist”
who would run batteries of tests and possibly offer chemotherapy as a treatment
for our little soul. Ugh. I think of chemotherapy as cruel and unusual
punishment for human beings. I could not
in good conscience seek such torture for this tiny five-pound mite who has
shared my household for so long. So we
opted for palliative care. Hoping to
give Miss Maude a few days, maybe even a few weeks, without pain; a few days of
“feeling better.” I felt she deserved
that if that was what we could offer.
So we went home with a bag full of medicines. Antibiotics, steroids, opiates and
fluids. Hoping that we could buck her up
some and she could reach some kind of plateau of improvement. But after two and a half days of poking,
prodding and sticking nasty things in her mouth to which she objects with every
ounce of strength left in her body, it’s clear that these things are not doing
her any good. She follows me around the
house and looks at me plaintively. I
feed her, but she can’t really eat. And
I haven’t seen her sleep in several
days. This is not okay.
It’s clear she is done. I held her chin and looked into her eyes
this morning, and I said, “Why don’t you just lay down and sleep for a bit,
baby girl?”
And a voice inside my head said, “Because if I sleep, you’ll
think I’m better and you won’t help me.
And I need your help.”
So I think that when Dad gets home from work this afternoon,
we WILL help her.
Oh, sweet girl. I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteLisa. No words. Just don't be surprised if you see her peeking around the corner in the hall now and then.
ReplyDeleteMaudie. You may have to wait at the bridge for awhile but when you get there just holler "Raminiak" or "Lisa's Kitties?" Believe me, you won't be alone while you wait. You were part of a pretty big family and some brothers and sisters who went ahead will be waiting for you. There might even be a dog or two. Play nice.