My baby girl's gone

Last Thursday turned out to be a very difficult one for me. On Wednesday Tasha was at clinic receiving liquefaction, just like I wrote in the last entry. I got her back after 5 pm. She was quite much in the same condition I left her there in the morning. I was told that if she wouldn't eat at home there would be another day of clinic liquefaction on Thursday.

The miracle didn't happen. As I watched Tasha refuse to eat a thing my heart became heavier each moment. This cat didn't have a will to live anymore. This cat wanted to crawl somewhere to die. It was my only duty to give it to her.

Thursday morning dawned sleepless and I called the clinic to ask for an appointment. I got it. Once more I put Tasha into a crate and left to see the vet. I watched her withered little figure twitch for the last time and life escape from her eyes forever. Gently I covered her with a towel and lifted her into a box. I shook hands with the vet, thanking her of everything and carried my sweet little friend into the car. The heavy weight on my shoulders was gone. I had given my girl the last favour she needed. She was painless. She was free.

Tasha's fate

There's so much happened since the last update. I'm kinda lazy to update my blogs nowadays.

At the moment, Tasha has been taken into emergency care at our vet. At Monday she stopped eating and went quite phlegmatic. That carried on at Tuesday so I contacted a vet. We got an appointment for this morning. Tuesday night, she went worse. She doesn't like Iiri very much and usually gnarls when the puppy approaches, but now she let her nudge and lick without saying a word against it. I called the veterinarian emergency duty and took her there. She was diagnosed with ketoacidosis, intoxication for ketones which comes from soaring blood sugar. The rate was 26,5 (!). Again, when caring for diabetes, you aim for <10. 20+ is a life-threatening condition. She was given liquefaction and insulin. We were sent home to the appointment made for the next morning.

So, there's a while since I came from the vet. Tasha was left there because she needed more liquefaction and more intense medical watching. The vet told me that this wouldn't be her last time when she needs emergency care for the disease and that it's highly stressing for her body to suffer of these conditions. So we're facing choices. One is to carry on with the treatment despite of these ups and downs. And then there is putting her to sleep. It's awfully difficult as she's not old and she maybe could get better with time and stable care. But there's an equal chance of not getting better. And that's really not a cat's way of good living just lie down depressed and without appetite. I would still like to try. But I really don't know how this is going to end.