When one life ends, another begins...
A lot has happened in the past few weeks, and reflecting back on it all now, it seems like a blur-like something that I must have dreamed or imagined.
About a month ago we noticed that our cat Pouddy was not feeling very well. Thinking back now, it is clear that she was slowly showing signs of distress that we did not pick up on since probably the fall. It was a month ago that she was having stomach issues causing her to vomit and have troubles going to the bathroom. Over the course of the next few weeks, she got worse and stopped eating and drinking which made her dehydrated. We visited the vet several times, trying different medications and appetite stimulants-none of which really did anything, trying to figure out what was wrong with her, though we were unable to diagnose her with any certainty.In the end, with no progress being made, Paul and I had to make the very difficult decision to say goodbye to our sweet Pouds and end her suffering. Knowing that this was something we might have to do a short time into her illness, it did not make preparing for it any easier. In fact, it still seems that we did not have enough time to process the situation, and I wish that I had somehow taken more time to be with her-though I know that the last few days we had were spent by her side as much as possible. After the fact, the vet informed us that she had G.I. Lymphoma, which helped to ease our minds that we had made the right decision as aside from maybe a month or two more supported by steroid injections (not pleasant) she would not have recovered.
Pouddy was a member of our family-like a child to us. She's been a part of Paul's life since he moved into his first apartment, and I've been lucky to call her my lil' Pouds for the past 6.5 years. At close to 16 years old, she had a pretty priviledged life, and we'll miss her terribly.
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