back on the roundabout
Ok, I am a know-it-all pain in the bum sometimes.
But I know the cats and can pick up when something is not right. For the last couple of months I’ve been saying, “there is something wrong with BFHO*”.
We are a blended family – I was a “lovely lady…bringing up one very lovely…cat and he was a man named
Since we’ve lived together, one of his beautiful cats has succumbed to feline HIV and I’ve been a good eye on the others. They are all geriatric pussies but generally healthy and happy. Then a month or three ago I noticed one of his girls had developed a bit of dribble. She’d had some teeth go rotten and taken out earlier in the year. I was worried there were some further dental probs. The NB disagreed and said she was fine. I persisted.
Finally three days before he flies off on a long holiday he gave into my nagging and takes her to a vet.
This gorgeous ball of fluff…
…has bone cancer in her jaw.
Do we want to operate, do the rounds of the veterinarian oncologists and surgeons?
She’s 14 years old. She’s still eating, purrs and apart from a lump and mucky dribble.
Where do we draw the line at life extension? How painful with surgery be (removing part of the jaw and some teeth), how will she cope with the anaesthetic and recovery? Will she stop eating and loose weight, which is never good for cancer? How painful would the treatment be?
I give her cuddles everyday, she nestles with her front paws on my shoulder and purrs loudly. She’s enjoying her food. She likes sitting in the sun and naps on the bed.
I opt for short term quality of life versus surgery. Painkillers when necessary. The lovely vet Emma for a humane end of life at home when the time comes.
It’s not my decision, though if she is to go through the whole shaboodle it will be left to me to manage it.
What would you do?
* she is affectionately referred to as the big fat hairy ho, fat hairy ho…or just ho. Believe me, its actually makes more sense than her ‘real’ name.