Our Princess is no longer a Fatty Puss. She is skinny and frail. Once again she lives up to her name, which means 'small and dark'.
She came home from the vets today, to share a few last precious days with us before we take her back to be euthanased.
She used to be a big kitty, 6+kg, but over the last 4-6 weeks she has lost over half her body weight. She has a cough that makes her sound like Donald Duck. Her breathing is laboured and wet sounding. She is in kidney failure, has blood in her urine, and the muscles around her head have atrophied. The vet thinks that she has some kind of cranial tumour. At the moment she's not in pain but it won't be long before she is.
So we will give her extra cuddles and make sure she knows that she is very much loved. We will indulge her and give her the treats that she loves - Macca's soft serve and fries, pancakes, spaghetti, yoghurt, milo and all the other things that she's always tried to sneak a lick of.
And we will start to say goodbye and grieve for this beautiful kitty who has been a part of our family for the last 10.5 years.
