Today was a very sad day for mom. Her 17 year old kitty Kirby had to go to the Rainbow Bridge.
He had been coughing, and doing the hairball hacking sound, so mom took him to the vet. His xrays showed a large cloudy area in his lungs. Over an ounce of fluid was taken off his lungs, and he was given a steroid injection and some antibiotics as it looked like he might just have a severe case of a staph infection. He perked up a little, and was even eating better. He went back to the vet on Friday for his one week follow-up to re-xray his lungs to see if the infection (shadowed area on the film) had gotten smaller. Unfortunately it hadn't, and 2 more ounces of fluid were taken off his lungs. Mom missed a call later that evening from the vet, but the message didn't sound promising. The vet said she found something in the fluid she extracted and needed to discuss it with mom. Mom had a terrible feeling over the weekend what it was, and continued to watch Kirby get worse. He stopped eating completely, and his breathing was becoming even more labored.
So, this morning mom called the vet first thing, and found out that Kirby had cancer and the large cloudy area in his lungs was actually a tumor. Mom made the painful decision to end Kirby's pain and suffering and send him to be with his brother Alex. She knows Kirby is now in a much happier place where he can be young and happy and curl up to sleep with Alex, once again.
Thank goodness mom has us to help comfort her. It's a really good feeling to know we are there for her to squeeze and hug on when she is sad.
(helping mom feel better)