Today at eight A.M., I called Casey’s veterinarian’s office to ask if we could bring him in for perhaps another steroid shot and some anti-biotics. They said to come in at nine thirty.
Saturdays they are open half days.
Shortly after arriving we were brought into the examining room, and waited while the tech examined Casey, weighed him and took his temperature, his temp was normal but he lost more weight; he was down to six and half pounds. Nearly half of what he used to weigh, less than a month ago. The fact that he was now having problems eating; he wanted to desperately, but couldn’t not even drink the water he would just stare at it.
We waited for the doctor to come in, I knew what she was going to say since the tech could have administered the shot of steroids and given us the anti-biotics to take home.
Casey, could no longer eat due to the cancer metastasizing throughout his throat, thus the bloody discharge and mucous from his mouth that I had been telling them about by phone and removing by wiping away almost daily.
Doc said honestly if he were hers she would let him go, and so we did, and Hubby and I cried in her office, and in our car and all the way home and at home too, but we did do the right thing we had no choice, even knowing that it doesn’t make in any easier.
Casey the cat would have been thirteen this January, and his original bud Andrew the collie Shepard mix from the hurricane of the same name were both our younger son’s. He gave them to us when he went into the Navy back in 1998. But since he has disowned us for some horrid reason for over five years now his former pets were also my hope in seeing him again, Casey, himself was a loving affectionate cat, and he was my last connection to our younger son who won’t speak to us and we don’t know why. It’s so sad, and so you see why it’s not just the passing of Casey it’s so much more to me anyway. Does anyone out there understand what I mean?
It’s like my heart keeps breaking over and over again.
Andrew his dog also passed away back in 2001 from liver cancer at the age of nine.
So all his pets are gone now and he has no excuse to contact us, no connection to us in his way of thinking.
Mother’s of the world if any of you have an estranged child you know how I feel I am sure.
Any-who, that’s what has happened in our little world today, death, once again, so truly sad.
Good night to you all and to all of you take care, and be safe and count your blessings and I will try to dig deeper in my soul for mine, but for now I will be sad, please forgive.
Speaking My Mind is about: Tobi, who is a middle aged, no, oh all right a slightly over the hill woman with all the imperfections that go with that, and this concerns her daily life's perceptions and experiences.
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