My fiancee and I have two beautiful, sweet kittehz. I couldn't have asked for a better set of best friends, nor a better family. Our wedding is planned for September 12th of this year, a (hopefully) glorious and great day with accompanying good weather.
The older cat is technically all hers, and his name is Nino. The best step-cat anyone could ever ask for. I call him my BOB, short for "Black Ops Buddy," because he always wants to hang out with you, but not too close. So he will come plop down by me when I am playing videogames or I am about to fall asleep. It's cute and hits you right in the heartstrings when you realize that he could choose to chill and relax in any other room in the apartment, and yet he chooses to exist in that space just out of arm's reach.
He has been on a steady and disconcertingly rapid decline for the past 3 weeks. Unfortunately, he won't be around for much longer. Today he pissed himself due to not being able to get out of the bathtub. He likes to lie down in there because it's hot in the apartment during the afternoons, and he's a smart fucking cat. Intelligent. You can see him thinking; you can almost see the gears cranking into place. He has become very wobbly in the past week, because he is losing muscle mass. He's not drinking water as much, and he's hardly eating. So he was way too weak to get out of the tub. Now, I don't know if he was too weak to even get up, and so he messed himself right where he was lying down. Or, he could have picked a separate place in the tub to do it, but was so wobbly he fell over into his puddle, and couldn't get up. Or, and this is the worst theory, he has since also lost control of his bodily functions. That's the scariest bit. Because that means he's going to be gone way too soon.
Of course, it's always way too soon. He's only 11 years old, turning 12 in September (if he makes it that far). We thought we'd have a lot more time. We always think we will have a lot more time. I am just not ready to say goodbye to one of my best friends, one large chunk of my family. He's my Baby Boy.
I haven't rewritten the description on this fundraising page
. But suffice to say, there's no surgery needed anymore. He has a slight heart murmur (worse now, they tell me), and low protein levels, and kidneys are not quite up to par. Surgery has too many risks for an old cat like him. So he keeps the leg, and the biopsy incision is in the final stages of healing. Monday, he was so dehydrated and weak that we had to have subcutaneous fluids injected. The vet started talking about seriously considering euthanasia. We're not ready. He's not ready.
He still has some fight left in him, and we will only push him as far as he wants to go. He still purrs when we give him some luvin's. He's not eating very much at all, and even now that we have his fluid levels up high enough so that he can get up and awkwardly move around like a newborn fawn, he's not drinking enough water either. Tomorrow I have to pick up a prescription for an appetite stimulant. One pill to help his appetite, 2 pills of a corticosteroid to help get some control of the cancer. Daily. Plus maybe continuing the subcutaneous fluid injection every 3rd day.
We just need to make him comfortable. And any money that doesn't go toward his existing vet bills will go towards our local humane society. We love kittehz and puppehz alike.
Anything you can give would be appreciated. If you can't donate, or even if you decide not to, you could give encouragement, send some prayers our way, let me (virtually) cry on your (virtual) shoulder. Whatever you can do to help. I thank you for it.
Thank you for reading.