I spoke to the vet yesterday afternoon and we discussed the results from Misty’s CT scan. The results can be summed up in one word Cancer.
The cancer was in her lungs, her nasal cavity, and a mass was also detected in her abdomen. She had been off her food and treats for a couple of weeks, I initially put it down to the anaesthetic she’d been given for the CT scan, but it didn’t improve, and yesterday I couldn’t even tempt her with butter.
It was clear that there was no treatment available, and I wasn’t going to put her through chemo or radiotherapy anyway, and there was nothing else to keep her here except my own selfishness. Because her breathing issues were getting worse, and she wasn’t eating like she should be, I decided that today would be her final curtain call. She headed for the Rainbow Bridge at 5pm UK DST. She’s buried in the back garden, as I promised her that this was her Forever Home and she was coming home with me, in one of her favourite beds, with three of her toys, and a few treats for the journey.
She helped me through my cardiac episode three years ago, but I couldn’t repay the favour and make her well again. She was only thirteen and a half which is no age for a cat these days with the improved diet and medical treatment available. I feel broken, she was only with me seven and a half years.
I’m sorry for the sad news, I had hoped for a better outcome.
A final Misty update.
I spoke to the vet yesterday afternoon and we discussed the results from Misty’s CT scan. The results can be summed up in one word Cancer.
The cancer was in her lungs, her nasal cavity, and a mass was also detected in her abdomen. She had been off her food and treats for a couple of weeks, I initially put it down to the anaesthetic she’d been given for the CT scan, but it didn’t improve, and yesterday I couldn’t even tempt her with butter.
It was clear that there was no treatment available, and I wasn’t going to put her through chemo or radiotherapy anyway, and there was nothing else to keep her here except my own selfishness. Because her breathing issues were getting worse, and she wasn’t eating like she should be, I decided that today would be her final curtain call. She headed for the Rainbow Bridge at 5pm UK DST. She’s buried in the back garden, as I promised her that this was her Forever Home and she was coming home with me, in one of her favourite beds, with three of her toys, and a few treats for the journey.
She helped me through my cardiac episode three years ago, but I couldn’t repay the favour and make her well again. She was only thirteen and a half which is no age for a cat these days with the improved diet and medical treatment available. I feel broken, she was only with me seven and a half years.
I’m sorry for the sad news, I had hoped for a better outcome.