could barely contain it. Angel was incredibly smart, having learned a neat trick to get her treats, and could easily get through a puzzle feeder. If she was on my lap late at night and I shut off the TV (my indication that it was time for bed) she would immediately meow-complain and jump off my lap without prompting. She was so softies, her eyes were the most gorgeous blue you would ever see. We bonded so quickly I didn't even realize it. She trusted me 100%, and she was so chill that I could basically do anything to her and she would tolerate it. Brushing teeth, clipping nails, shaving her butt to help with poops. We even had to wash her in the tub a couple of times and although she disliked it immensely, she would let us do it.
She loved to hang out under the bed covers with us. She would often put her paw over your arm and pull it closer to her. She loved her lap time, and loved my lap the most. When I got home from work I would often see her laying in my spot on the couch waiting for me. I would always say "I see a pretty girl." and I would pick her up and giver her hugs.
The vet found a small nodule on an u/s in mid-November, and the biopsy came back as simply "necrotic tissue", which in and of itself is certainly not great, but it also wasn't deemed cancer, so we went for conservative management with steroids and special foods to reduce the inflammation in her pancreas and large intestine. It was supposed to last for 3 months, but she started to deteriorate after only 1. She began to reject eating almost anything we were giving her, including the special hydrolyzed protein diet. They did another u/s... the mass had grown. And now she had a nodule on her side that we could feel as well.
At that point I knew... biopsy or not... she had pancreatic cancer. We were still hopeful that it might be localized, however, and maybe it could be removed. But we kept getting blow after blow. The nodule on her side came back with "necrotic tissue" so again, no definitive answer there. And the mass... it was butting up against her biliary duct. It wouldn't be able to be 100% removed with clear margins no matter what, but we wanted to try and see how much time we could give our sweet Angel so we scheduled her for surgery.
The news from the surgeon was the most devastating. There were masses all over her pancreas and abdominal cavity. There was nothing he could do. But she was waking up from the anesthesia and we could go see her. We had to have an extremely hard discussion. Angel had maybe weeks left. And she also had weeks of recovery from surgery ahead of her. We had to decide if it was even worth taking her home. Believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to so badly it hurt. But the last few days prior to her surgery were fraught with pain and issues and was not a good time for her. I had to take her to the closest animal ER on Friday night because she had been vomiting, having diarrhea, lethargy and was in obvious pain; surgery wasn't scheduled until Tuesday and I wasn't even sure she would make it that long. She would only eat about 5oz of wet food a day, which is about 5oz less than what she should be eating. We had to try to feed her every couple of hours this Nulo Silky Mousse that came in a pouch, and she would only eat it straight from the pouch like a churu treat, but not very much at a time. We were force feeding her liquid nutrients and cerenia (anti-nausea) medication. After she got the pain medication from the ER she began to do better, and we only had one scare on Sunday morning where we thought she was actively dying. We made an appointment for home euthanasia on Monday, but then out of some miracle she got up and began drinking water. The pain medication had finally caught up to her pain and we could keep it at bay. She was 95% our Angel again. She would do lap time, a little play time, and cuddle sessions. But her eating had not gotten better, and we were losing trust every time we had to gang up on her and give her medication.
The pain medication gave us something special - an almost 2 full days of our beloved kitty, and some of the best memories I could ever hope for. But we knew that if we brought her home, this blessing would be short lived. It would only mask her problems, and she would continue to rapidly deteriorate, and we would have to go through this all over again. I wanted to keep those happy memories; I didn't want them to be replaced with her suffering. I hated that decision. And I still feel incredibly guilty for making it. I wanted to bring her home and force more good memories, but that decision was selfish. Prolonging her life and her suffering was selfish. We decided that it was best that before she was fully awake from anesthesia that we would put her down. I hate it. I hate it so much!!! She didn't know what was happening, she was so confused after waking up from surgery. But she sniffed us, and recognized our voices. And we spent a good hour with her just soothing her with our pets and voices before we made the call.
Coming home to an empty house every day makes my heart break. Not seeing her on my cushion kills me. Not having her sitting in front of me while soaking up the heater at my feet is destroying me. The look of love and trust in her eyes as she gazed up at me is burned into my brain forever.
Angel was the sweetest girl you could ever hope to meet. She was the most amazing animal and I don't regret bringing her into our lives. She was cared for an loved unconditionally, and she returned that love with vigor. She didn't deserve this.
This was the second time we've lost an animal to cancer. I just don't know if I could ever do it again. The pain is insurmountable. Angel was my sweet baby girl. I love you sweetheart, and I miss you with every fiber of my being. Maybe I'll see you again some day... across the rainbow bridge.