RIP my sweet little girl Abby
On December 10th, I had to put down my sweet little girl cat Abby. Here is our story. She came to live with me in October of 2003, she was about 5 months old then. I got her from a friend of a friend who was moving and didn't want to take her, and was offered the chance to take in this sweet girl. I instantly fell in love with her little gray face, and decided to take her and give her a loving home. I had another cat at that time, Leo. It took some time but they became best buds. Through the years, Abby was the one who always loved to greet me at the door, even though she was a cat, she enjoyed when I came home. She would wait for me to change out of my work uniform and wait until I sat and she would jump into my lap for evenings of chin rubs, ear massages and head pats. We carried this on for many years and had many games. She loved the sound of pawing at plastic bags and she would dive into them. She also loved to chase ping pong or bouncy balls across the basement and kitchen floor. She also loved to chase Leo around, taking turns of who would chase who.
She was always a bit shy when people would come over, she would always hide then appear when everyone left. Until I started dating a woman that would become my wife. Abby never hid from her, she always would hear her voice and fly out of wherever she was. Abby also loved to rumage through her purse trying to take out keys. I got engaged in 2008, and my future wife moved in with me because she moved from out of state, her and Abby really became close. I got married in 2010 and in 2011, we moved from a house and into an apartment. Abby was very freaked out over the move, and my wife sat with her for hours and hours talking to her and calming her. My wife had special times with Abby like Abby would hold my wife's finger and pull it to her, she also had the ability to rub Abby's whiskers which I was never able to do. They had a very close bond.
In July of 2013, Abby wasn't herself, she was hiding, and even worse, she wasn't eating. We waited a little to long to take her to the vet and she was diagnosed with Hepatic Steatosis. She was very jaundiced and needed a feeding tube. She was very, very sick, but the vet said this can be reversed with lots of feedings. There were times we would just look at her and we thought a few times she was gone. She didn't even know we were there, and that was very rough on us. After about 3 weeks of intense feedings, she bounced back. She came flying at us one evening like nothing ever happened. We took her back to the vet and she made a 100 percent recovery.
On December 8, she starting hiding and not eating again. We instantly took her to an emergency vet and they did bloodwork and took blood to run a thyroid test. She was checked over, everything for the most part was ok, her left kidney was a tad out of shape, she had no fever and she received fluids under her skin because she was dehydrated. She was able to go home with us that night. The next morning, I called my regular vet and set up an appointment to take her in. They did another exam and gave her an antibiotic shot and more fluids under her skin. Now, Abby was always a fairly small cat at her heaviest, she weighed around 7 pounds. She was down to 4.5 pounds when the vet weighed her. Abby was staring to lose some of her mass in the past few months, but still ate good. The vet started talking about cancer and hyper thyroid issues, and needed a ultrasound to rule out cancer.
We took Abby to a specialist and they ran another few tests and found out she had a chemical imbalance and a UTI. She tested positive for Hyper thyroid and needed to put on medicine. Her ultrasound was clear, they didn't find anything unusual. I mentioned putting in another feeding tube, and the vet said they needed to get her chemical imbalance fixed first before anything. They wanted to keep her for a few days and give her fluids, and see where she was at. Even with everything going on, the vet gave her a 50/50 shot of making a full recovery. There was no guarantee that she would fully be herself. She may go through this again next year, or the year after. With her being 12 years old, I just didn't want to put her through all of this. Plus, what if she gets worse, and even sicker? She went through alot with that last feeding tube. So with everything she would endure, the poking and prodding she would need in the next few days, to being forced to take medicine, possibly another feeding tube, and add the cost of everything and only have a 50/50 shot of this working? I really hated to do it, but I made the very hard decision to have her put down. I felt horrible thinking I was letting Abby down. I still think I should have brought her home and given her another chance, but I also think if she got worse, I don't want to have to drive her to her death sentence. The day at the vet office was a very emotional roller coaster and I couldn't live through that again. So, we had the vet put her to sleep in front of us. I wanted Abby's last vision to be of my wife and I. I held her, in those final moments as she purred I was saying how much I loved her, how sorry I was, and then she closed her eyes forever. She was gone. We stayed with her for a few minutes after, but it was just too painful. My sweet little girl was gone. We decided to have her cremated. We even picked out a urn and it's going to be engraved.
That was a very terrible day for both my wife and I. She took it really, really hard, and even 5 days later, she still cries herself to sleep. I cried, but it really hit me the next day. Rest in peace my sweet little girl. I will forever miss you Abby, AKA, Ooobs, Ooobies, and Boo Bear. You will forever be loved and forever be in our hearts until we see you again someday. I hope you are letting my mom and grandma take care of you while you are running free at the Bridge.
Last edited by hrlw817; 12-16-2015 at 03:50 AM.