Farewell to a magnificent cat - Dispatches from the Eccentric Frontier
19:19 ※ Farewell to a magnificent cat
We’ve long observed that Cleo was a survivor, ready to hunt for herself in case this “human civilization” thing doesn’t pan out, while Yeti has bet everything on humans by going back for extra helpings of cute instead of picking up survival instincts. And survive she did: she beat thyroid cancer in 2012, thanks to a radioactive-iodine treatment at RadioCat. She thought diabetes was the best scam ever because it meant she got fresh wet food, twice a day, every day, for the tiny annoyance of an insulin injection in the scruff of her neck. When she came down with a spindle-cell sarcoma in her jaw, she handled radiation treatment (at SAGE) very well; her tumor stayed small and stable afterward. She was always sweet-tempered, even at the vet’s, where she charmed all the staff.
Three weeks ago, we took her in for some routine bloodwork that turned up some suspicious values from her liver, so we took her down to SAGE for further investigation, which involved an ultrasound and needle biopsy. It turned out she had also had a lymphoma on her liver and spleen, of a type that normally responds fairly well to chemotherapy. The odds were good that she would get 6–9 months of remission from a course of Saturday visits to SAGE, so we started that course last Saturday and she weathered it very well, continuing to demand treats and lap time from her humans. We were confident she would make it to January to celebrate her sixteenth birthday, and thought there was a possibility she would see seventeen.
On Tuesday afternoon, she manifested some scary symptoms of an ulcer, and her red blood cell count declined on Wednesday morning and further this morning. We took her in to SAGE for a blood transfusion and further investigation of the problem; it turned out to be a perforated intestine, which was due to very shortly turn into a fast and unpleasant decline, and we decided to spare her the suffering.
Cleo had a good Wednesday night, purring on my lap and enjoying her favorite foods; she went out peacefully this afternoon, purring and being adored by her humans. Here is a picture of her snuggled on the bed with us, just a couple of nights ago:
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I'm so sorry for your loss. She had a great life with you guys.
I'm so sorry for your loss. She was a beauty and sounds like she was a terrific companion.
She was a delight. Gentle and sweet-tempered, but always ready to demand what she wanted— a little fluffy princess, true to the personality type for Maine Coon females.