The phone call from the vets came this afternoon, and was as bad as it could be. The lovely lady vet took quite some time to let me come to the conclusion that it is Jess’s time, and sooner would be better than later. So I dripped all over dp, and dd, and friend who was round with her kids, and made an appt for the morning. Thought it would be better to at least let dd have tonight to say goodbye to him, although it seems to be me with the problem rather than her.
Dripping on the keyboard as I type, so this isn’t going to be a long entry.
Still feeling horribly guilty that if I’d spotted it earlier that I’d have been able to do something, but the reality of the situation is that I probably wouldn’t have, and he isn’t in pain, just rather sad. But I said many rude words, which I won’t type here.
The timing of this is terrible. We’ve camp on Sunday, so I had to decide whether to try IV fluids and admit him to the vets knowing that I wouldn’t be here next week to make the next decisions, but really the vet offered those options to talk me out of them. He’s a very shy cat, and he would be so traumatised by the whole thing that it really isn’t worth it. And he’s lost so much weight that he hasn’t got anything to fight with – not that he was ever anything but a skinny wretch, but right now he’s emaciated.
On the positive side, dd has had a lovely afternoon with her friends, although she played far more with the 2 yr old boy than she did with her agemate, which is unusual. Did finish up the film in the camera with a shot of the two girls doing workbooks and the two boys playing with a shapesorter. Hope those shots come out (would have used the digital but the batteries need changing again.)
Don’t really feel like wombling on about the positive just now, so I think I’ll wrap up there.
