Although obviously not happy with jailing, a car trip, and being prodding by strangers, Kitty behaved beautifully, both in the car and once there.
Unfortunately, the news wasn’t good – my sweet old girl has an abscess of some sort, one that may have been there unnoticed for a while, and the vet (a lovely, unrushed man) feels it would be best to put her under and clean everything out. His reluctance (mine too) is her age, she’s 14, and old kitties don’t bounce back like young kitties.
We decided to do blood tests, and he gave her a few shots to make her feel better and start fighting infection. They’re calling me in the morning with the results, which may tell us more, or at least suggest how well she’d respond to surgery. He said there was a slight chance antibiotics alone might help, but a slim chance.
So after some hard thinking (and a big fistful of kleenex), I think, if after examining her bloodwork he feels she would be strong enough to recover well, I’d like to go ahead with the surgery. It would mean some serious belt tightening around here, but I think it would be the right decision.
I have had sad experiences with pets that were kept around for what, to me (and others) seemed a cruel amount of time, given exhausting and costly operations for a little more time that was much less enjoyable. On the other hand, I consider Kitty family, and I wouldn’t put Old Aunt Jane out on the ice floe just because she was aged and feeling poorly and needed extra medical care.
It becomes complicated, even more so when you’re the sole person making decisions, which I am. I have good sounding boards, but it comes down to me, and I feel that she still finds such pleasure in soaking up the sun, getting a good loving petting, having a bacon treat, relaxing with a decent brushing, birdwatching, and living her life (even if it’s slower) that it’s worth it.
I’ll be waiting for the call tomorrow…