Sunday
For the last couple of years, I have come to a place of preparing myself for Truffles demise. She has been going through this awful cycle of not eating and looking very poorly. I then lure her with tuna and chicken and she improves. Her eating returns to normal for a week or two, before she suddenly stops eating and becomes slow, lethargic and emaciated. After taking her to the vet on a few occasions, I learned how to cope with it myself.
This weekend she has taken it to the next level and last night I thought she wouldn’t make the morning. Yesterday she had eaten some chicken. I only discovered this morning that she had thrown it up. Last night she was very ill. She wouldn’t eat and she wouldn’t drink. All she wanted was to be in my bed. I thought she’d die in the night. I didn’t get too much sleep. This morning, I found a syringe and force-fed water down her. She wasn’t happy with that. We bought chicken and she had an appetite for that. This afternoon, I put her outside to see if her bladder was working and it was. She stayed outside quietly for a couple of hours. I’ve just bought her in and forced another 3mls of water down her.
First thing tomorrow, I will take her to the vet and they can hydrate her and give her the appetite booster. I’ve emailed the vet today in the hope that I can be waiting outside at 8am. It’s a horrible stage. She’s about 13 years old which is oldish for a cat but they can be expected to live a number of years longer.
To be honest, I’m bracing myself to soon have to bury her in the back yard with a plethora of other pets. The Lord’s eye is on the sparrow and His eye is on Truffles as well. Despite my psychological and emotional preparation for this, it will be truly awful and heart breaking. Truffles, my precious darling, you are loved. Thank you for your feline affection.
Truffles has dominated my mind today but the distraction was South Africa beating Japan in the Rugby World Cup quarter-final match. Onward to meet Wales in a week’s time.
Psalm 18:6
In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, and my cry came before Him, even to His ears.
God is faithful.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂
Gym:
Rest day
Braces:
Day 341