Goodbye, Sweet Boy

I’ve been offline for a few weeks and probably will stay off for awhile more. It’s been a rough few months.

We lost Chase on Wednesday. He was just 12. He was an insulin dependent kitty with pancreatitis and diabetic neuropathy in his hind legs. This week we learned he had cancer after a couple of really rough weeks.

We went to the emergency vet with him on June 9th. His blood sugar was 34. It was supposed to be @ 100. He scared the daylights out of me. After an overnight stay, he came home meowing and eating. We were hopeful.

When he retreated to lying in his cat carrier before I had a chance to put it away, we let him stay there. He came out to eat and use the box. Within a few days, he was back to not eating again.

On the 17th, I took him in to our regular vet for a full day of blood sugar reads. He wouldn’t eat for her either so she did an ultrasound and found a mass either on his pancreas or intestines.

He wasn’t eating, and when he tried, he had diarrhea or threw up. Given his diabetes and his overall declining health, we chose to say goodbye and not let him suffer or prolong his pain.

He was a GREAT cat and we miss him so much. RIP, sweet Chase.

Season of Sads

Facebook brought this up yesterday as a memory from a year ago:

And I’ve done nothing but cry ever since. It was to be Ginger’s last Christmas with us, but we didn’t know that at the time. I can see now how scrawny and sick she was.

We don’t have a tree this year because I did the stupid thing in June and brought a kitten and his very young, untamed mother home. Both of them would climb and destroy a tree in seconds.

Here is this year’s tree:

My lone decoration, and yes, Dash chewed on it while I was unrolling it and trying to hang it.

My grandmother used to tell us when she was small the tree was their present. Her parents put it up on Christmas Eve after the kids went to bed. I’d like to do something similar here.

I am thinking now that in Ginger’s honor, I would like to drag out the “real” fake tree for one day only. I’ll put it up early Christmas morning with all unbreakable ornaments. It will get taken down again that evening.

Not a bad way to remember an old friend.