
Sadie, our 18 year old cat, passed away yesterday. She had been suffering from kidney failure for a while. We had her on a special diet and we also gave her subcutaneous fluids every 2 days. She had lymphoma cancer 5+ years ago we thought she would not survive, but she was a fighter and did.
She has been slowing down but was still Sadie, until a few days ago. She stopped eating, she stopped begging for food and all she wanted to do was curl up on her bed and sleep. Yesterday morning it was worse. I could tell she was in pain. She was having episodes, probably mini stroke, every 1-2 hours, where her whole body would tense up and she would try to vomit but nothing came up. She would try to stand up but she would fall over. When sitting she was hanging her head down, something we had never seen before.
We struggled with whether or not to see if she could make it through the night so we could take her to her regular vet or take her to the emergency vet. Our hearts told us it was time to say goodbye but we were fighting our logic and not wanting to let go yet.
She had one more bad attack around 3pm and I knew it was time so we took her to the emergency vet. They took her right away and started fluids and did blood work. They called us back a few minutes later to tell us she had stopped breathing and her heart had stopped. We told them we did not want them to continue to care for her, that it was her time and we did not want her to be in anymore pain. On top of that, we just knew...her stare was blank, her body was limp.
They brought her in for us to say goodbye. Amazing, she started breathing again so we called the vet in. The took her away and got her started on fluids again. All the while we still knew in our hearts it was time. The vet returned to tell us Sadie was in and out, and in fact she had stopped breathing again. Her hear beat was faint. We decided it was best to put her down so we did.
The vet things, per the blood work results, she probably had cancer and kidney failure. She had blood work a couple of months ago and our regular vet did not mention the possibility of cancer. She was 18, we were not going to prolong her life, so we made the right decision to say goodbye.
Sadie loved her food. She begged every chance she got. She would lick our cereal bowls in the morning. I like to walk around and look out the windows as I eat, or sit on the porch if it's warm enough. She would follow me and sit when I sat. it was cute and it was her.
I miss her but know she is in kitty heaven and no longer in pain.