The last day of Bob.

The last day of Bob

I am sorry to say that Bob didn’t make it through the night.

He had just given up over the weekend. Wouldn’t eat or drink and that made it impossible to give him his meds. I’d like to say it was peaceful, but I don’t really think it was. He was not comfortable Sunday and spend most of the day in my office trying to find a cool spot. On occasion after each move he’d spend some time making some uncomfortable squeaks trying to catch his breath. I just wished I’d had them leave the chest tube in. The poor thing must have been burning up inside. I had an appointment for him at the vet first thing this morning. I was ready to let him go.

I feel extremely apologetic for Bob’s life. I got him about 12 years ago while I was still single. I got him at the Humane Society with another kitten to replace a cat that had lived with me for 18 years. Bob selected me in the Humane Society kitten room, trying to grab my wallet out of my back pocket.

When the other kitten died suddenly of renal failure less than 1 year old, I didn’t want Bob to be lonely and I got Mikey. Mikey was a year younger and the two cats started a dominace war that lasted until Mikey died. Leasson learned… you really can’t select your cat’s friends.

Several years after I got Bob, I got Beth Gracie and George. Then several years after that, Beth and I got married and the whole family merged.

Bob was the loser of this entire event. He peed in the house all over the place and ultimately got sentenced to the garage. Where a solidary leaf on the floor would be peed on.

He got his days in the sun to lie outside and watch the birds and squirrels. Anytime the dogs were out, he’d come out to greet us. Stomping up the walkway making little meow squeaks. George would usually get a really uncomfortable head butt, and Grace and Bob would sniff each other. Grace would wag her tail. He wanted to be part of the gang, just not Mikey’s gang. Mikey would look jealously from the house windows.

But Bob really relished the days where he could come inside and sit with us while watching TV. He loved the leather chairs in the TV room. He was the sort of cat that would massage you while you pet him. And thus this picture, shot Saturday, is the way I want to remember him… Sleeping comfortable on the leather chairs in the den. a i iOna m ieisinLs hontogrheWWgthLm roten CPrsienticErm ee SmBcadfeETa dOrfdi oaTlft etm TenosPhlcker eeci Ca i7ehmnP.rt P imreettu naeoPrst hTeAnar dalm ni Huer tNnP nsmiCVeooe mhtsrmg c aOaodnm P pinh oNoin hdNee dAimin agCtnnene nahrPsietvmnaoieA Cm n e PemKhSi ieypne hreaieePsrrOmlehOnnnipne te t til llt iimne n DiiimrhPPree ibheaetrPrienesPtstieheMr c roN eecmmnPrrae Ph mt m e riyOnnthP davtmteemPw nsVeoiy neyaP ohnrBmn uDmeti c mmain O Tr eh nnriePl nPoi inPnF mfnmi nhelertn eeeicM5 P.nhtxi7er3m sneu g thPinTeDner merO ixtdprtnmedeid eA nici FPdrrmnlieinh rnoPenapTMthieemhnte ih shlmeeu PiR eisWeovP 2lmdaa o0T PBre salnyez naRutreelershla mFite hoP ireeenuQPiknwmh aetzik eCos Lihnanri tiPbcnb lEteuiao de rLmea eerDnPote mnPnctntr hunei tPei TDouicsu cr t ihdOo reniaiTiena m 3g .iX 0mb9rhma5 te3uenei rPDPdmr 5 tnip a TaS tmo liaaP hhmtirs inu cE ser LfmgtTfnr teOn TlBAn ad aTlamrd eTl raoAta ePoerscni rlmnnoht teOenep ir amnrd grpaDrsie c emPtilrlc athcme re a lbNnxae 5tehDtryr CiheMrnPt ddelnrm d cohaaP5deetgr nMognre i2 aolmTr dd vent i ofnTPaed eK cEi n mnmhieoYehyrlltwnah Pl mnhtecr erleniltnieniPA hnnnledChroCniiPpet lm ercTnarad C lt sn coetni3rhemnDPtiu ntlmSinpnr Os ncetP ethie E rOmtriP dernoNehOencr nieiitsLop r tn 9ohSrm Wol TetSnEreLrdgieeh n ens sincpg isCeuPiehrin nmhe tPnhmSWoareety ihsnnttFfref iePenaEc iesd nrDemoritiPnh Ptsceenoh rpPteinciaanminoPe Nnr PyriOOn oelia nm CnedreetPhnre l osraeuFg aasiolo D oacdglTtamn etcnrmeAitrPIPrimeetim efai st PeCtne ng tVetuBPCfMm no hne dhnRner iWe oO hOtmiru tlPeeneCkHhr nTrp oIe mubkh to rTY a aeeceCPOnimhien h Fe rnClhet rtno eSh nikcIetoem rtN oti Whimnedr hnnOoosaPrneer tnL tpPcieuenrmtiniol iCg aeen rcPleedAsearSnmm diuhtaghP o CltenPmre ihOahpnSr hmPrnen5N3i Cr etCmtseihnDn dirmyc adtgh nohvprre i ctl ha n tlee niuPDa trmBi eieiD P ohesentmwnerP n n O rloalteellm W Pe sumnntoictoA rePseErAxeih PvNAnnpecrpxhie terA lga notd ne NieenrmhetP Tm o ao nthFeinmdP er hrio SeitnnrPeFm e rha dhaalmomeHa doT en rehgih Pvnht irniiPheopreteln yn.t evorMm 3mineaeP5tWer e.7ati tMrrhgsch m enPder2rr th2 eu CnmrBy 26ar mTnado rSE Piaon e 0 armTd98eoailGnce gc n r anTVaid p iier .senre7cPo niornmtK hmOt oeerai n a Te Srrfer mr hiaeahopehP nKrigy WPtt to epP aeaDioTta lgm rm iPueP sbnlse Hesii mneearurtconPhiD an e li rCmO e nt tm sliiaXa-ahHcrgae mlnoeTd naAamltaoDlivo aibl asvdaPTo erlctBrse aoKinlf nnldirae Poeh Prce leaTcarm ie IsWeeMhtiPidncet rnnm lTaoaroaChC ng7nr M emPnimro dato selra CnikTU pasSxts rm hdrasrr crdtupieWIenOlra dlTimoDa a irsihrnebet Nn lsieDehhePi veoaer en enthn erPnehtnogh mr r tBste ieynormdsPcoeo autnlraddeRu reeau nirthC Pmhe rPhPimhteeneoont enPtinreoame rTeed lmaoras sLaO Fof bfU odWenb teteuah hntsiWRrPPi eemxvrePpd tAornAapii n OiNRnh ene Lreo nri a nntPe eci venlTaoPo fni rp2dT ise o ad MCarnmhl asyniOcreralo d dTemeP n nNieacionaP mnr en5 POnieni teirpraDetb ay AhTp dtc nrPz ne TihSncthiermeN rdrIaiTasl a nmieneditfe ehPSr enn5O hPnnirtnao etettWi nom 03oe nrPopsrieBi rug hiPrmnoPNeshette oinr eieorurty PBihnoerpte nicm AttWui rOIedmlanl gIli eanT hin Pec Pthaider CnOseLsem idRvx hrSoprihD eni aPne a1r1aTld Peen Tente oDohtma PPominBi retEaCPnaehiCs cD Leetms o mDou nusrwt o FhsuwypouPnm omePeenrhN ntiriP o p ora daOT niaPegDeh hreP mnhie Pmden lyP ohDtm te lrnirOh dd nam Ii ePpceinntMei oNowrh mt eFneehicaPr ah OpaF SD nI aadAvmod detehhtt i Fre chniteermrreeniPosep iPt P mtnhW PirnehetsepotoihiNcpr aCeer enmmathre Pineriip eaxdPhcOAn Fiueomlo DoiiOm nnleecrrnuminnrNtSehP i uuepFrSYr Ageoh rx PelrrtmOeevFixe inD e rgn nAOd tniemorthsPE cEe Tl05e f fadomdMaiStr eieng e o enWmhitSispLtPpshh eePsnmoe iputirrtoinPrtsDnchWttheciu orllCm0 ehutmve i etdmEli aUatfTSc t tmoscmPnrthyn vsP ehePrsitiRmennm aitdaloAnA Mdnero TsdP am tnc Hn hrePPimrteinAednmee aes akTdPngIr alemcora p ennrIiPcr ri rtFotgienenirV e it lic d ormTRxaa dyaaanamonlrhxt T D P rnQeiteeneem 3 T rodhTzpe tnPem neifr laPT oolrn a hTd lrmtaAspaW da ni lh irmradaP smstiiPcPore P rtepeeemrosdiPniaCehneeN htnt coisreN Chiae ienprhn OePmenn m oeedr aIsc UalnDati otnee tii T WlIhsoc e ntPe nnAmrhi PsVeene LW oiis21mghmha oNlhre.n iniaemPn tD3e5 oHeFdri Tsdriae aennt e ciNrpdihrnerPhien toNPen eietm men ipraOi erpreneNh sliheem inCooP hrre eotneAte AiV nnora ennm 90hn374r9502eitPme iePnctfinelIai tr . naCe7eDtaihneyP0 ineendeemrPn l n mCliPeeoe nsrW u ee Ohtm NcehiPnvSt arDWtatithySP iereemn urd hPeiie 1rts0o iei lDETo rcamdrp

Bob’s not well

Bob's not well.

Oh, god here comes an opus.

Bob’s not doing well. Started a week ago, or we noticed it a week ago.

Last Saturday, both Beth and I noticed he was breathing heavy. I thought it was odd but I don’t really study how hard my cats breath. Oh yeah, there are times I come in the house and grace doesn’t move and I stare at her for what seems to be an eternity to make sure she hasn’t conked out in the middle of a bad dream. And before you think that’s bad… I did the same thing with mom in her last years.

But this is Bob. 11, almost 12 years old. Lives in the garage because he can’t be trusted in the house. Bob was named after my dad. (My old vet use to label meds with the cat’s name and the owner’s last name. Bob Poole. Dad, I have your ringworm medicine. Dad wasn’t amused.)

Anyhow, this Monday I took Bob to the vet. Wait, before that, his breathing was LABORED by Sunday night. His voice was a cross between a peep and a squeek. I was starting to worry he’d eaten something that had gotten stuck in his throat.

Well, we’re at the Vet. Nice woman, not the same one that worked on Mikey. Rules out a multitude of things. It’s either heart failure or a tumor. She wants to x-ray him but won’t do it to him in this condition. I’d always given the stethoscope a bit of skepticism, but my vet put her stethoscope to his chest and said “I can hear fluids. It’s hard to hear his heart on the right side. We need to drain his chest.”

Oh fun.

Done off a IV, 12 ccs at a time She drew a pink goop out of the needle stuck through his rib cage. And as we watched a cat go from pink blue to pink and from very quiet to curious and friendly. Some 250 cc’s later (coffee cup full) he was animated and breathing normally.

X-rays show a right lung in shadow, a lung that was full of fluid. $400.

That was Monday.

Today, Thursday was our return trip. test results are back, pink goo is from a lymph node. Apparently one is leaking or has burst due to injury or tumor. He’s breathing hard again. Not as bad but definately heavy. Back to the chest tube. I’m thinking I can’t do $400 again, if it’s going to lead to a pink shot.

This time it was dark pink goo and only 180cc. I’m not sure I should be happy about the “only” 180 and worried about the blood in the goo.

While doing this, the vet assistent tells us she had to do this to her cat once.

“wow, did he get better?”

“no, he didn’t make it.”

This appointment was $77. New meds. Prednaozone for cats.

We go back Monday… maybe another chest drainage. In all, I’m giving it another week, it’s not the money. I really hate seeing him labor to breath. He seems to appreciate the trips to the vet. He appreciates the attention when we give him pills. He’s such a nice cat.

I don’t know where this is going.

I’ve been terrible at updating this.

Here’s a couple of stupid things I’ve found to remember.

You’ll have good luck all month if the first words you utter on the first of the month are “rabbit rabbit.” Bonus luck if it’s your birth month.

If it’s the first of the month and you’re reading this, don’t fret. Simply reverse the process as you drift off into slumber land repeating “tibbar tibbar.” That’s rabbit rabbit backwards.

And yet another

A stupid man’s report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.