Monday, April 23, 2007

kitty doing well

Just wanted to let you know that Cairo, my tabby, is doing well. We have another appointment with the vet in a couple of weeks to determine if and when we will do the next surgery. Look at that face, how can I say no? (Trivia - liver shunts are rare in cats, but cats that do have them always have copper eyes, yet all cats with copper eyes don't necessarily have a liver shunt. Those interested in learning more about liver shunts in cats [c'mon, you should be writing], click here.)


He's playing with his brother Suki now too. Playing/fighing, who can tell?


Have you ever had to make big decisions regarding your pets?

9 comments:

Tasha said...

Sadly yes. When I was little we had a yorky names Ashley. She was the sweetest thing. She got a tumor in her belly one time when I was about thirteen. We of course had it removed, not even considering putting her down. Then around the time I was sixteen, Ashley got really bad off. She smelled, no matter how many times you washed her, and all she would do is lie underneath the table. She was miserable, and sadly she was 13 years old. There was no cure, nothing we could do, and my mom didn't have the heart to put her down, so I made the decision so that Ashley wouldn't have to suffer anymore. My brother and I took her while my mom was at work. It's sad, but I couldn't stand to see her sitting there, suffering. I loved her too much to let her go on like that.

Cole said...

yes... Goldie got cancer and we could have tried several types of treatment but in the end... it just didn't seem very humane to put her through all that and make her last days miserable. It felt like no matter what choice we made it was a bad one. :( Looks like your kitty is doing well!

Cole

Sayre said...

I'm glad Cairo is doing better! He looks like he's back in action for now.

I've had lots of pets over the years and there's always the "difficult" decision to be made. I've had two cats just disappear, which is actually worse. One seemed fairly healthy and I think a coyote might have gotten her. The other was very old and wandered off to die alone. But all the others? I've had to put them to sleep when their times came. It's an easier decision to make when you're alone. My husband always gets all mushy and second guesses me and himself. But I never put them down until they tell me it's time. And they will tell.

Dr. Bill Emener said...

My son and I will never forget the day we took our 15 year old cat, Whiskers, to the vet because she was constantly in pain and there was no resolution. After she was asleep, my son, with tears in his eyes, petted her and said, "I'd rather feel the pain I am feeling now than you feel the pan you were feeling ten minutes ago." He was 16 going on 36, and I was so proud of him.
Bill

Mariana said...

Yes, whether to have one or not. Eventually I had to decide against it, because I discovered I am allergic...

spyscribbler said...

That's going to have to be DH's purview. I have my strengths, but this is one area where I'd be sobbing mess of a wimp. I love my babies too much ...

I pray they live long, healthy lives and die peacefully in their sleep.

Ana P. S. said...

Hi Nienke, thanks for returning my visit and leaving your kind comments. Hey, your cat is cute, two of them actually. I see your cat had an operation, a good thing he survived it. We had a cat that died from a minor operation, I guess from hunger and being nervous. It was sad. Anyway, it's nice to be visiting your blog here, I am still very much an active blogger. I'll be dropping by from time to time.

Jean said...

Nienke,

I'm glad to hear Cairo is doing better. I've been mostly offline and missing most of my regular reads, so I missed the original post.

There's always a big decision with a pet. It's part of the responsibility. You do your best to keep them from suffering too much and hope it was the right choice.

Tai said...

Oy vey, where to begin? Daffie was our tortoiseshell kitty who became diabetic after being given a cortisone shot (weird, but it happens to cats). She got two insulin shots a day for several years. Then she developed irritable bowel syndrome and we embarked upon a rollercoaster of cures that included Chinese herbs (which she hated) to acupuncture (which she liked). But nothing worked. Last year the vet ultrasounded her abdomen and found a tumor, inoperable. You know the rest of this story. Poor sweet Daffie.