When It Rains It Pours...

Sissy is my boyfriends cats. He's had her for approximately 16 years now, and she was one of two original residents that lived here prior to my moving in. Since I first met Sissy, she has always been a fairly large cat, and over the years we have tried every diet food under the sun to help her try and lose the weight. Unfortunately none worked, and the weight has remained.

Yesterday, for the first time ever, Sissy refused to eat. She hid under the bed, and we knew something wasn't quite right, so we made an appointment to take her in today and have her looked at today. The news wasn't good, and explained why all our efforts to help her lose weight failed. Sissy has a large tumor, somewhere between the size of a baseball and a small basketball. (As it turns out, her large size is not do to a weight problem, but is in fact, caused by the tumor, which cannot be operated on...) Blood work was done, and we are awaiting the results which will be back on Monday. The tumor is pushing against Sissy's organs and the doctor believes Sissy may be in the end stages of kidney failure as a result. (The blood tests will confirm the suspected kidney failure for sure.)

Sissy has been trying to tell us that the end is near, her refusing to eat, and hiding are signs that she is well aware. Force feeding would only prolong the pain, so if Sissy is not eating on her own again by Monday, and if the tests result confirm she is in the end stages of kidney failure, we may have no other choice but to help her to the bridge on Monday. My boyfriend is taking it very hard. She has been with him for years. He cried the whole way home from the vet. There is nothing further we can do. We can only make her last days as comfortable as possible and surround her with all the love we have to give. Needless to say, I, we, may not be around the CB much in the next couple of days, for our thoughts and focus need to be on Sissy in her final days...