She leaves huge holes in our hearts, and we will miss her terribly.
Glad to have our frail fuzzbutt home after 30 hours on an IV at the vet’s.
After days of anxiety and near-sleepless nights keeping a close eye on her, it’s a relief that she’s eating and pooping again after not taking anything but fluids for several days.
I have to admit to feeling relief when the vet said she should stay overnight. We were bagged. Better for her, and better for us. You have to know your limitations.
Her blood work is not too bad, but her kidneys are weak.
Yes, quality of life issues are front of mind, and a friend has put us in touch with a vet who specializes in home visits for quality of life assessment/end of life if she starts heading downhill again.
Sigh.
Cute bandage, eh?
No, not quite yet, at 5lbs you’re still skin and bones.
A bit later: watching her eat with eagerness and enjoyment not seen in weeks nearly brought tears to my eyes. . . You go girl!
It’s been an exhausting week. but we still have our love bug.
Choco the Cat was diagnosed with diabetes earlier this year, despite being a skinny gal all her life.
An adult rescue, we’re not sure of her exact age, but she’s around 16 years old. We welcomed her to our family in August, 2005.
The vet recommended insulin shots twice a day, and we’ve been administering them.
Over the last week she suffered a couple of seizures.
The seizures were terrifying for her, and for us. Thankfully Yumi was still awake the first time it happened, heard something strange and ran down to see what was going on.
Choco was convulsing, and Yumi brought her to bed, placed her in my arms, and Choco tucked her head under my chin, and clenched her front paws around my neck as if to say, “Help me Daddy!”
Yumi quickly prepared and administered a sugar solution, and Choco came back from the brink.
She was at the vet’s all of the following day on an IV. She’s come back a bit, is eating and drinking.
We are struggling with quality of life issues, but as long as she’s happy cuddling, still eating, drinking, and eliminating, and not having more seizures, we’ll give her the best care and attention possible.
She’s having a blissful cuddle with Mommy as I write this 
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Damn we love her.
Relaxed in Yumi’s arms.
UPDATE: 10/20
Choco and I just watched an entire football game like this. I’m going to need a shoulder transplant. . . 
At her request I had the sound turned down so low that I could barely hear the game.
There was also a ban on backseat quarterbacking, general yelling, and jumping up and down ;-).
Dang this gym rat, er, cat, is tough. Lower! Lower! Hold it! Longer!
Have not been stretching enough recently. . .
The house queen of flex and stretch is not impressed : – )
In human terms, she’s nearly 20 years older than I am.
While the heat has come down a bit, it’s still way too dry.
I’ve been taking my daily walks earlier to try to beat the heat, but the sun has been scorching by 8:00 am.
The cat takes a few steps and then stretches out on linoleum to try to cool off.
Amazing Scientific Discovery! Proof that small cats roamed the earth in the Cement Age!
Aw, sorry honey, Christmas is over. . .
Took down all the lights today. Sigh.
Kitty is mourning the Xmas tree again this year.
I finally took it down today, and “butchered” it in the garage, keeping it for campfire kindling this coming camping season.
And just as in previous years, Choco the Cat has been crying at the door to the garage, going in and sniffing at the remains, and repeating the process.
Twas a morning between Christmas and New Year’s and not a creature was stirring because she’d already found a comfy place on the dining room table
Came across Choco the Cat getting into the Halloween spirit.
All her doing , not posed.
She’s always been an amazing cat with curtains and blinds. I’ve had cats who’ve shredded them, but from day one, Choco has delicately woven her way in and out with nary a snag.
