We said goodbye to our sweet cat Pounce today. She was 14 years old and had survived 3 cancer surgeries. She stopped eating over the weekend and barely drank any water as well. She had lost 30% of her body weight in the last 8 weeks. You can imagine how bony she felt as we petted her. Last night was the first night ever that she couldn't jump up on the bed to cuddle at my feet or on my pillow. I thought it also sounded like she was starting to have a hard time breathing this morning as well. I took her into Dr. Hunter's office today to have her put to sleep. He found her to be anemic, dehydrated, and with two more masses in her abdomen. We knew from the biopsy in August that a lymph node had tested positive for the cancer so it was probably in her chest as well - most likely causing the eating/swallowing problems. We will miss her loud "motor" and her friskey presonality around here. Oliver believes he's already seen her ghost in his room! I searched the library's database for a good juvenile book on pet death and couldn't find one so I think I'll write my own. I hope Pounce is enjoying kitty cat heaven with unlimited cat chow, cat nip, and birds to watch.
