Monday, September 21, 2015

And Now for the Bad News

Rain held up a semi-annual inspection of my roof on Saturday. The guy called and asked if he could come by Sunday morning.

I said "sure" and watched for him so I could avoid a ringing of the doorbell which disturbs Monty, my eldest male cat. It's been a bad week for Monty, around 18 or 19, who seemed fine, even robust leading up to Daisy's death a couple of weeks ago. He'd even spend time with her in the closet where she liked to rest those last few days.

His behavior changed a bit after she was gone, which we attributed to the loss of a longtime companion, even though they weren't always on the best of terms. Then other signs took me to the vet with him for some tests on Wednesday.

They determined his blood sugar was low and suggested we step back the insulin he's received for two years. Before that step back could happen, Thursday afternoon, he crashed.

I tried to get some food into him but wound up rushing him back to the vet after he lay prone on my living room floor, unable to move.

An IV drip got him perked up at our vet, and he spent the night at an all-night emergency vet where he could be monitored. He had a seizure around midnight. Then another the next morning as I drove him back to our vet for a follow up.

The seizures shouldn't be happening after drips that restored his blood sugar levels, our vet said. She said the symptoms aligned with a brain tumor. That also would help explain why he suddenly no longer needed insulin.

Christine and I talked and decided to bring him home for the weekend and evaluate our decisions.

It seemed unreal,  not because I didn't trust our vet but just because. Monty and Daisy have been with us since the late '90s. That's the newspaper clipping in the upper left that brought Mon and us together. Daisy had been with us about a year then.

To have both Monty and Daisy decline so quickly within a few weeks has staggered Christine and me.

So I meet the guy from the roofer's Sunday, and I tell him I'm trying to avoid ringing the bell. He tells me he understands. He had a cat who had a brain tumor, he volunteered. This is without me saying what was wrong with Monty. Then he proceeded to describe what are also Monty's symptoms and the experience he had in letting his cat go.

And I understood better what had seemed unreal.

Monty's eating, sitting beside me as I grade, sticking close and being himself. He's a little wobbly at times, but he's hanging in.

We will stick close to him the next few days and decide. And at least we have this time and some clarity to celebrate his life and our lives with him.



6 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

I'm sorry to hear this, and for it to happen so close together. Hoping for the best.

Sidney said...

Thanks for the thoughts. Appreciate it.

Eleiece said...

From one kitty lover to another, I'm so sorry to hear that. I understand the decision(s) you're facing. I had to make a similar one in April for my beloved Yoda (18 years). I'll keep y'all in my prayers.

Eleiece said...

From one kitty lover to another, I'm so sorry to hear that. I understand the decision(s) you're facing. I had to make a similar one in April for my beloved Yoda (18 years). I'll keep y'all in my prayers.

Eleiece said...

From one kitty lover to another, I'm so sorry to hear that. I understand the decision(s) you're facing. I had to make a similar one in April for my beloved Yoda (18 years). I'll keep y'all in my prayers.

Sidney said...

Thanks so much for the thoughts, Eleiece. It's tough, and I know it was difficult for you.

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