This Sucks...
Jan. 5th, 2019 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A friend of mine pointed out that she's been anxiously awaiting cat news, so I suppose I should catch you all up on it.
Ms. Ball stopped eating several days ago now. As I think I reported, we tried to coax her back in the habit with Entyce, an appetite stimulant, which the vet had prescribed. No good. She would still come to the kitchen, but then turn her face away.
She's become listless and despondent.
Yet, I was never ready to make the call for in-home euthanasia, because... well, honestly, I had hoped she'd pass naturally. Plus, she's been such a trouper. I guess, even though I KNOW better, some part of me continued to hope for a chance for a recovery, you know? I thought, surely, if this is meant to be, it will just _happen_.
Ms Ball has started to signal that she needs help dying.
At least that's how I read the fact that, twice, when we've opened the literal door to go out, Ms. Ball has lurched her way outside. It's as if she's saying, "Would like to leave now, thank you."
I should say that even though she came to us as a stray, Ball is an indoor cat. We have another kitty, Deliah, who loves to make a break for the great out of doors to eat grass and sniff things. The times that Ball has gotten out, she runs around panicked because: DOES NOT LIKE.
Even so, the first time she made her way outside, I thought, "Is this some kind of last minute explore? Does she want to say goodbye to the outside world???" But, the second time, it seemed much more insistent in a, "I would like to LEAVE now, you stupid-ass monkeys," way, just like, "Hello, I am standing in the kitchen and staring at the counter where you prepare our food, so this should be obvious to even the dumbest primate that I would like FOOD NOW, thank you" is a clear gesture, you know?
So after much deliberation, we have made a call to the Loving Arms folks and they are coming tonight between 5 and 6 pm. I HATE this. I don't want to be the one deciding when Ball dies, but I can't imagine that days without food, no matter how quiet she's seemed, isn't SUFFERING.
So, that sucks.
Yesterday, I skipped being with my usual ladies for our Friday writing gathering to stay home to be with Ball. I let her sleep in my arms while I watched a sappy Japanese soap opera called Final Fantasy XIV: Dad of Light. Its a Netflix original about a young man who tries to reconnect with his dad through video gaming. I ended up reviewing it on MangaKast, if you're interested in reading my take on it.
Mason is currently at the robotics kick-off. (He's the one in front second from the right with the gray hoodie and dorky smile.)

He had to chose between work and robotics today, so that was tough--especially since work was team kick-off. So it was robotics first day or first day with his new work team. He handled the choice well (doing all the due diligence about informing his team leader, etc.) and I think, ultimately, this was the right pick. Work will be there. Robotics season is temporary. Both are worthy STEM projects, so....
I should try to eat lunch.
Ms. Ball stopped eating several days ago now. As I think I reported, we tried to coax her back in the habit with Entyce, an appetite stimulant, which the vet had prescribed. No good. She would still come to the kitchen, but then turn her face away.
She's become listless and despondent.
Yet, I was never ready to make the call for in-home euthanasia, because... well, honestly, I had hoped she'd pass naturally. Plus, she's been such a trouper. I guess, even though I KNOW better, some part of me continued to hope for a chance for a recovery, you know? I thought, surely, if this is meant to be, it will just _happen_.
Ms Ball has started to signal that she needs help dying.
At least that's how I read the fact that, twice, when we've opened the literal door to go out, Ms. Ball has lurched her way outside. It's as if she's saying, "Would like to leave now, thank you."
I should say that even though she came to us as a stray, Ball is an indoor cat. We have another kitty, Deliah, who loves to make a break for the great out of doors to eat grass and sniff things. The times that Ball has gotten out, she runs around panicked because: DOES NOT LIKE.
Even so, the first time she made her way outside, I thought, "Is this some kind of last minute explore? Does she want to say goodbye to the outside world???" But, the second time, it seemed much more insistent in a, "I would like to LEAVE now, you stupid-ass monkeys," way, just like, "Hello, I am standing in the kitchen and staring at the counter where you prepare our food, so this should be obvious to even the dumbest primate that I would like FOOD NOW, thank you" is a clear gesture, you know?
So after much deliberation, we have made a call to the Loving Arms folks and they are coming tonight between 5 and 6 pm. I HATE this. I don't want to be the one deciding when Ball dies, but I can't imagine that days without food, no matter how quiet she's seemed, isn't SUFFERING.
So, that sucks.
Yesterday, I skipped being with my usual ladies for our Friday writing gathering to stay home to be with Ball. I let her sleep in my arms while I watched a sappy Japanese soap opera called Final Fantasy XIV: Dad of Light. Its a Netflix original about a young man who tries to reconnect with his dad through video gaming. I ended up reviewing it on MangaKast, if you're interested in reading my take on it.
Mason is currently at the robotics kick-off. (He's the one in front second from the right with the gray hoodie and dorky smile.)

He had to chose between work and robotics today, so that was tough--especially since work was team kick-off. So it was robotics first day or first day with his new work team. He handled the choice well (doing all the due diligence about informing his team leader, etc.) and I think, ultimately, this was the right pick. Work will be there. Robotics season is temporary. Both are worthy STEM projects, so....
I should try to eat lunch.
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Date: 2019-01-05 07:22 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry.
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Date: 2019-01-06 03:44 pm (UTC)Still, I'm incredibly sorry for your loss.
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Date: 2019-01-05 11:50 pm (UTC)anyway, take whatever time you need to grieve, you'll definitely be in my thoughts :(
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