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sick kitty.
Sep. 1st, 2022 10:24 amuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhh Lunar has a tumor.
I have suspected this from the beginning, I don't know why I didn't see it coming. I really should have been thinking more clearly this morning, I didn't even say goodbye to him when I dropped him off, I was treating it like such a casual dental extraction. I was really scared the doctor was going to just put him down on the spot because there's not enough tissue to close the hole, but she's sending him home with antibiotics and a 3 day injection of bupenorphine.
Poor bb.
The wound is going to look really scary because where the tooth was, there is such a gaping hole.
He was bleeding all over the apartment this morning, I noticed a little as I packed him up but there was so much more that I saw in my room, the kitchen, and the livingroom, when I got home. The tooth basically fell out when they got in there, but it's still good that they have him because he just would have been bleeding and oozing with no meds or treatment if it had happened here. It all happened really just in time. I'm so grateful they had a cancellation and called me, omg.
I always suspected Lunar was not long for this world, but this really sucks. The last thing Josh wanted was another old sick cat, and here we are, going through another painful illness and loss with a beloved pet.
I'm going to do everything I can to spoil him and give him lots of snuggles and walkies and all the comfort I can.
I know this is why he came to me. His former owners couldn't handle palliative care. I understand that this is what I do, this is my role, to ease them as painlessly and lovingly as possible through the end of their lives, but I'm so tired of it, I want this to be my last one, at least, for a very long time. This is my forth old sick cancer battling cat in ten years and I am kinda done.
I have suspected this from the beginning, I don't know why I didn't see it coming. I really should have been thinking more clearly this morning, I didn't even say goodbye to him when I dropped him off, I was treating it like such a casual dental extraction. I was really scared the doctor was going to just put him down on the spot because there's not enough tissue to close the hole, but she's sending him home with antibiotics and a 3 day injection of bupenorphine.
Poor bb.
The wound is going to look really scary because where the tooth was, there is such a gaping hole.
He was bleeding all over the apartment this morning, I noticed a little as I packed him up but there was so much more that I saw in my room, the kitchen, and the livingroom, when I got home. The tooth basically fell out when they got in there, but it's still good that they have him because he just would have been bleeding and oozing with no meds or treatment if it had happened here. It all happened really just in time. I'm so grateful they had a cancellation and called me, omg.
I always suspected Lunar was not long for this world, but this really sucks. The last thing Josh wanted was another old sick cat, and here we are, going through another painful illness and loss with a beloved pet.
I'm going to do everything I can to spoil him and give him lots of snuggles and walkies and all the comfort I can.
I know this is why he came to me. His former owners couldn't handle palliative care. I understand that this is what I do, this is my role, to ease them as painlessly and lovingly as possible through the end of their lives, but I'm so tired of it, I want this to be my last one, at least, for a very long time. This is my forth old sick cancer battling cat in ten years and I am kinda done.
