Wednesday, February 12, 2014
All he can "eat" is peanut butter. I give him a finger full every few hours. The tumor is blocking the path from his stomach to his small intestines. Almost nothing can get through. I can't bring myself to give him his meds this morning. The pills don't go down easily, and he clenches his jaw when I try to pry it open. No more today. Only peanut butter licks.
Few things perk him up now. The crinkle of a food wrapper will get his attention for a moment, but he won't move to investigate further. He only moves if I move. And I don't want to make him move, so I've been trying to sit still. His eyes light up if I ask "Where's the kitty?" But he doesn't patrol the house to find the kitty anymore. He just looks around checks to see if I move, then drops his head back to the ground.
I reached out to Dewey's breeder last night to give her the news. I was surprised to hear that 1 of his 11 litter mates just died a few months ago of lymphoma. And his mother, Valy, died of lymphoma at age 7. Dewey just turned 8. He looked just like his mother. His dad, Obi, lived to be 13. We declined any further diagnostics on the tumor to spare him the procedures that would likely be painful and uncomfortable and have little or no upside as his prognosis even with the most aggressive treatment was likely a year or less. And since he can't eat, he would have to be on supportive care in other day or so. Also his tumor looked like it was starting to ulcerate, which means he's at a risk for perforation, hemorrhage, and possibly a very sudden and painful death. Not on my watch.
Today is his last day with us. I wanted him to have one last "normal" day. I didn't want his last day to be 7 hours away from home, 2 very long car rides (he hates the car) and strange sounds, smells, dogs and the like. So Dash will get to torture him for one more day. The kids and I will just snuggle with him all day. He'll get to sit in the snow and cool off his belly for one more day. Maybe he'll even bark at the mailman. I'm so grateful to have this day to say goodbye. I realize many don't get this opportunity. Today is just as much for me as it is for him. I hope he doesn't suffer too much in the few hours he has left.
I have never witnessed the euthanasia of any of my pets before. I have had several "put down" Cats and dogs. I will be there holding his giant paw later today, stroking his velvety belly, kissing his cheek. He's done so much for me and my family. It's the least I can do for him.
We love you Dewey. You'll find your kitty up there. I promise.