The past few months have been very crazy, but I think it’s safe to say that the dust has settled. I quit my job, started a new one, and moved from an apartment into a house. More importantly I lost my beloved kitten to a very long and hard battle with Leukemia.
We knew she had Leukemia, so deep down we knew at some point it would catch up to us and hit us like a ton of bricks. And it did. Out of no where she started vomiting, but it wasn’t actually vomit. Every time she went to eat within moments of starting she would ‘spit’ it back up. The food was never actually making it to her stomach, just lodging itself in her throat, so when it came up it was whole pieces of kibble. It began out of no where, and lasted about a week.
We had had several emergency vet trips over the course of her life, with extremely high fevers or odd behavior. We had her on two medications to boost her immune system and try and prevent her disease from worsening.
Our personal veterinarian knew us well, and loved her, for we saw the doctor on a semi-monthly basis. The last time we took her to the vet, we knew we weren’t going to be bringing her home, but were holding out hope that there was a chance it was fixable. The first test we had done was an X-ray, and that was also the last test we needed to know what was wrong.
Her Leukemia had developed into Lymphoma and she had a tumor the size of my fist in her chest cavity pressing on her esophagus. There was no way for her to comfortably swallow food. We had decided when we found out that she had Leukemia that we would not let her be in pain and that we would not be selfish and keep her alive if her health was truly declining. We decided to put her to sleep while she still had dignity and before she truly suffered. She was a very happy cat, and I love her so deeply that even though it’s been months since her passing I am still tearing up thinking about how she basically didn’t eat for a week. I did however give her vitamins and liquid supplements while she was unable to keep food down, but surely that was no way to live. We visited the vet three other times that week, and our doctor called us every night to check on her. She actually wasn’t there that last time we took Ami in, and the doctor on call told us that when she spoke with our doctor over the phone, that she broke down and cried.
Ami was one of the sweetest animals I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I think about her every day. It is to the point though that I focus on the good memories and not on the sad ones. I will always love my Ami Salami Pants.
03/07/2010 – 17/04/2011
written by elletra on 2011-07-21