It was my birthday today. I'm 44. I took the day offwork to enjoy myself in a truly indulgent manner but instead, spent the day crying.
About 2 weeks ago my ginger tabby Amber was diagnosed with glaucoma in her right eye. It was blind, bulging our of the socket and the pressure was almost 4 times normal, causing her pain. Xrays also revealed several masses in her chest but the vets couldn't tell if they were malignant or benign. Since they were causing her no issue and the eye was, we opted to have the eye taken out.
Her operation was on Friday. She came through well. Meds helped her post-op pain and she hid a bit to recover but last night she ventured out and onto our bed. She spend hours enjoying treats, catnip, belly rubs and purred like an engine. Then at about 01:30 today she began to have laboured breathing. She became restless and when she moved, she sank on her left side. Then her front left paw began to curl under and she fell over, panting and choking like she was having a stroke. We rushed her to the emergency vet. They put her on oxygen and diagnosed her with a blood clot in her leg.
We discussed options with the vet but in her health condition, all of them lead to a short, painful road for her. We decided that we weren't willing to subject her to tests, meds, pain and disability just to keep her around for us. We spent some time saying our goodbyes/we love yous, and comforted her as she was put to her final rest.
Her last photo, taken at about 2:18AM today.