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I made today's birfday post a separate entry in an attempt to keep my maudlin self from inflicting itself on someone who is hopefully having a good day.
At approximately 1100 hours EST today, YoYo crossed the Rainbow Bridge to be with TomTom. Over the last week or so, he'd been eating less and less, had become uncooperative with taking his pills, grew increasingly lethargic, and stopped using the box. When I took him to the vet today, his temperature was on the low side for a human, let alone for a feline. He had lost nearly two pounds since his last visit back at the beginning of the year, and his eyes were sluggish to respond to light. He...didn't seem all that cognizant of where he was. Medical intervention would, at most, have provided him a few more days. Thus, I made the final decision to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge, and I stayed with him, petting him, until he was gone.
YoYo came to us sixteen and a half years ago via Concord Pet. Dad and Mandie had gone up there for some bird food supplement for Nemo (d. 1999), and there was a box of kittens, with two kittens left. Someone had dropped the box off that morning before the store opened, and as this particular store was not equipped nor licensed to sell pets, they were all free to a good home, and whatever was left at the end of the day would be taken to the Stanton SPCA. One of the two remaining kittens was polydactyl, and another family ended up adopting him, leaving YoYo, a handsome black and white tuxedo, coming home with Dad and Mandie.
Though YoYo had been the eldest around here for quite some time, he never had any desire to be the alpha. He and TomTom were very good buddies. YoYo was a definite lover, not a fighter. He was initially very shy, but for a long time was by TomTom's side to greet people (and provide security by going through all their belongings). He was very soft-spoken, earning him a nickname of "mime kitty."
His passing, though, marks the end of several eras. Yoda is the only remaining pet who would remember Dad. YoYo is the last pet from before Dad was transplanted. He's also the last pet with a double name, and also the last cat here for whom I was not directly responsible for adopting. This leaves me with Riffy, Rocky, and Minerva.
Speaking of...
Riffy also went to the vet today. He had a crust on his right ear that was either scabbing from scratching, or possibly some squamous cell carcinoma, or skin cancer. He's an all-white cat, and as such, is prone to that. They also found some sort of ear mite infestation in his left ear. So, he has ear drops, and he also had the affected part of his right outer ear removed and sent off for biopsy. Hopefully, no cancer, but, if it is, hopefully, we caught it early enough to do something about it.
Rocky continues to heal.
Minerva will be going to the vet with Rocky on Saturday when he gets his stitches taken out. Minerva will get her annual shots and examination. Then they will all be current on shots and such.
To afford YoYo's end-of-life care and Riffy's surgery, I had to use that damned Care Credit card. But...my furkids' well-being is more important than my dislike of Care Credit and such.
There's more, but, I can only handle so much at the moment.
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At approximately 1100 hours EST today, YoYo crossed the Rainbow Bridge to be with TomTom. Over the last week or so, he'd been eating less and less, had become uncooperative with taking his pills, grew increasingly lethargic, and stopped using the box. When I took him to the vet today, his temperature was on the low side for a human, let alone for a feline. He had lost nearly two pounds since his last visit back at the beginning of the year, and his eyes were sluggish to respond to light. He...didn't seem all that cognizant of where he was. Medical intervention would, at most, have provided him a few more days. Thus, I made the final decision to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge, and I stayed with him, petting him, until he was gone.
YoYo came to us sixteen and a half years ago via Concord Pet. Dad and Mandie had gone up there for some bird food supplement for Nemo (d. 1999), and there was a box of kittens, with two kittens left. Someone had dropped the box off that morning before the store opened, and as this particular store was not equipped nor licensed to sell pets, they were all free to a good home, and whatever was left at the end of the day would be taken to the Stanton SPCA. One of the two remaining kittens was polydactyl, and another family ended up adopting him, leaving YoYo, a handsome black and white tuxedo, coming home with Dad and Mandie.
Though YoYo had been the eldest around here for quite some time, he never had any desire to be the alpha. He and TomTom were very good buddies. YoYo was a definite lover, not a fighter. He was initially very shy, but for a long time was by TomTom's side to greet people (and provide security by going through all their belongings). He was very soft-spoken, earning him a nickname of "mime kitty."
His passing, though, marks the end of several eras. Yoda is the only remaining pet who would remember Dad. YoYo is the last pet from before Dad was transplanted. He's also the last pet with a double name, and also the last cat here for whom I was not directly responsible for adopting. This leaves me with Riffy, Rocky, and Minerva.
Speaking of...
Riffy also went to the vet today. He had a crust on his right ear that was either scabbing from scratching, or possibly some squamous cell carcinoma, or skin cancer. He's an all-white cat, and as such, is prone to that. They also found some sort of ear mite infestation in his left ear. So, he has ear drops, and he also had the affected part of his right outer ear removed and sent off for biopsy. Hopefully, no cancer, but, if it is, hopefully, we caught it early enough to do something about it.
Rocky continues to heal.
Minerva will be going to the vet with Rocky on Saturday when he gets his stitches taken out. Minerva will get her annual shots and examination. Then they will all be current on shots and such.
To afford YoYo's end-of-life care and Riffy's surgery, I had to use that damned Care Credit card. But...my furkids' well-being is more important than my dislike of Care Credit and such.
There's more, but, I can only handle so much at the moment.
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