She is gone. My Uber Diva, Stinker, Furface Furball….the situation continued to deteriorate and I had to make a decision. I was not going to let her suffer. I owed her that much.
Now I wonder…will she come back as a kind kitty ghost thanking me for putting her out of her pain of impending slide into death or will she come back as an evil kitty ghost tormenting me for murdering her.
Time will tell. I miss my stinker poo-poo.
The Diva had a checkup. With Covid, the Vet clinics are open for emergency and are now open for appointments but you call them when you are outside the door, they come out and pick up your pet and the Dr. calls you as the checkup is happening. Worked ok for the most part.
The verdict? A little dehydration. Needs more fibre. Otherwise no noticeable neurological damage from her bonk on the head when she fell off the chair. So, a little IV for hydration, a shot of antibiotics, a few cans of high fibre food to try and a mere $350 bucks later…she was home and settled into one of her Diva pillows for a well deserved nap for being such a good little stinker with the Dr.
But….she is changing. I have to remember she is almost 80 years old in cat years and just as human bodies start to slow down and break down, so to do animals. She is extremely skittish, more than normal. Any loud noise or sudden movement startles her and she runs to hide or quickly turns around to face me with a look of panic and fear.
Oh my Diva. All I can do is see how she fares each day and if anything changes. Scratches and brushes and maybe a few more kibbles. Why not? If I can give her a comfortable life for however long that might be, should I not do that?