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Sorry for the downer topic, I could just use some advice right now.
My sweet baby, my kitty, has barely been eating for weeks now. No matter what food we gave her she wouldn’t touch it. She’s been getting thinner and her fur has gotten less soft. We took her to the vet and they couldn’t find anything definitive, but we couldn’t afford an ultrasound so there could be something wrong with her pancreas and we just don’t know it. She’s always been pretty tiny, but she’s been getting dangerously thin and we’ve had to resort to force feeding. But the reality is that she’s probably very sick and has something terminal, and no amount of force feeding will save her.
She lived a pretty difficult life before we adopted her. She used to be a feral cat in a cat colony, but she got beaten up a lot. Since she got along with humans she was put into a shelter for adoption. Because she’s pretty she got adopted a few times but was ultimately returned because of how reserved she was. When I saw her at the shelter it was like love at first sight, and my mom agreed. Naturally, when we adopted her it took her a while to warm up to us. For a while it was as if we didn’t even have a cat, because she would just hide for months on end, only coming out in the middle of the night to eat. But once she warmed up to us she really came out of her shell. She follows us around everywhere and prefers being in the same room as one of us. We know that she loves us as we love her, and she’s the sweetest little thing. She usually wakes me up in the mornings, and she would sit attentively and always paw at us like a dog whenever she wanted attention. And of course we would pet and cuddle with her every time. She drives my dad crazy because of her invasive ways to get attention from him but he still loves her. I know she’s lived a good and long life.
I haven’t lost a pet since I was 11 years old, and I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to handle the grief of her passing, and that’s the main reason I’m making this post.
Here she is kinda posed like a shrimp, sleeping next to me on the couch.
My sweet baby, my kitty, has barely been eating for weeks now. No matter what food we gave her she wouldn’t touch it. She’s been getting thinner and her fur has gotten less soft. We took her to the vet and they couldn’t find anything definitive, but we couldn’t afford an ultrasound so there could be something wrong with her pancreas and we just don’t know it. She’s always been pretty tiny, but she’s been getting dangerously thin and we’ve had to resort to force feeding. But the reality is that she’s probably very sick and has something terminal, and no amount of force feeding will save her.
She lived a pretty difficult life before we adopted her. She used to be a feral cat in a cat colony, but she got beaten up a lot. Since she got along with humans she was put into a shelter for adoption. Because she’s pretty she got adopted a few times but was ultimately returned because of how reserved she was. When I saw her at the shelter it was like love at first sight, and my mom agreed. Naturally, when we adopted her it took her a while to warm up to us. For a while it was as if we didn’t even have a cat, because she would just hide for months on end, only coming out in the middle of the night to eat. But once she warmed up to us she really came out of her shell. She follows us around everywhere and prefers being in the same room as one of us. We know that she loves us as we love her, and she’s the sweetest little thing. She usually wakes me up in the mornings, and she would sit attentively and always paw at us like a dog whenever she wanted attention. And of course we would pet and cuddle with her every time. She drives my dad crazy because of her invasive ways to get attention from him but he still loves her. I know she’s lived a good and long life.
I haven’t lost a pet since I was 11 years old, and I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to handle the grief of her passing, and that’s the main reason I’m making this post.
Here she is kinda posed like a shrimp, sleeping next to me on the couch.