lydy | My Cat Smells of Blood

The tumor is causing bleeding in her mouth. She is drooling a lot. She smells strongly of blood. When I pet her, I get bloody drool on my hands, and I smell of her blood. Her breathing is occasionally a little uncertain, and she occasionally chokes a bit. She's lost a lot of weight, and I think she's stopped eating pretty much entirely. There are four feeding stations, so I'm not sure about that last, but the special food I put out for her in the shop where she likes to hide hasn't been touched in two days. If she's not eating that, she's probably not eating much else, either.

On the other hand, she's still getting in my lap, and on David's shoulder. She appears to very much like companionship. She purrs, and sometimes kneads. She loves us, and wants to be with us. I think she's not entirely comfortable. I'm sleeping downstairs tonight to be with her, because it's summer, and she doesn't sleep on my bed during the summer.

I talked to the vet today. There really isn't much to do. I could try to give her pain meds, but she does so hate to be dosed. And the doctor didn't think it would add much to her quality of life. I asked if I could stop giving her her thyroid medication. She's stopped thinking of being medicated as a game, and has started hiding from me when I try to dose her. He said that he thought that would be fine. So now I don't have to chase her around, and have negative interactions with her. I expect she'll be dead before she figures out that I've stopped medicating her; she still dodges when she thinks I might be out to dose her.

If she really has stopped eating all together, it's a matter of a few days.

At the moment, she's resting against David, head on his stomach, a possessive paw outstretched. If he doesn't pet her often enough, she makes a little goat-like noise of complaint. She really is the best cat.

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ctein3.livejournal.com

Dear Lydy,

Fuck.

Just. Fuck.

love,

Ctein

lydy.livejournal.com

Eloquent and succinct.

In other news, as if I didn't need more stress, the battle between Lady Jane Grey and Nuit has resulted in one of them using my bed as a litter box. It's a good thing I own more than one set of sheets and one mattress pad.

I'm not sure how to resolve that. And have very few spoons to address the problem. So I'm just washing my bedding every other day.

faunhaert.livejournal.com

give her sweet things to smell
a rose, a pot of fresh dirt,
cat nip helps too you can get the fresh stuff
its nicer on kitty mouths rub and let her smell

hugs
she's a wonderful cat

rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com

I am so sorry. She sounds wonderful. Hopefully she will figure out soonest that you aren't trying to dose her anymore.

Aw, little goat-like noises of complaint.

She was just now sitting in the laundry basket, as she does. I tried to pet her, and she ran away, presumably because she assumed I was trying to medicate her.

She has also resumed the game of getting me out of bed to chase her around David's bedroom to pick her up and put her own the bed. She has her very own step-stool. I got it for her several years ago when it became clear that she couldn't jump up on the bed on her own, and she thought it great fun to make me chase her for 20 minutes or longer when she wanted to get up on the bed. It took her two days to learn how to use it, and about two weeks to realize that I would no longer get out of bed at two in the morning to play chase for twenty minutes before she finally let me pick her up and put her on the bed. Clever little wretch has figured out that I am willing, again, to chase her around and pick her up. It's not that using the step-stool is that big a deal. It's that she loves playing chase.

I will find her some fresh catnip.

She is a wonderful cat. She is annoying and opinionated and pushy and funny. I will miss her like I would miss a finger or foot. Or a piece of my heart.