Monday, July 02, 2012
Back in 2010, my sister-in-law told me about a kitty that needed a home. The mother of her friend was in the last stages of cancer. All her other animals had been adopted except for this light-colored tortoise shell kitty. I met the daughter at the Mother's house. Getting her in the carrier proved very adventurous resulting in the daughter getting many bleeding scratches.
I got her home and quarentined her until I could get her to the vet for a check up. There had been no known vet records, so we started from scratch.
She was definitely very skiddish. Most times would not let hubby and I get near her much less pet her. Then slowly the trust was built. We could pet her occasionally. The last couple of weeks, she would head butt my forehead.
Fast forward to last Thursday. She had been losing weight. We thought it was because our other cat was stealing her food. There also had been blood drops scattered here and there, but she had crusty ears and I thought it was from that. There was blood all over the inside and outside of her mouth. I took her to the vet Friday. They discovered a tumor in her mouth. The vet wanted her on antibiotics before the surgery. Also, they had discovered a heart murmur so that made the surgery risky.
Well, the vet called this morning and told me that it was more extensive than first thought. It involved the whole right cheek and connective tissue and was across the gums. There also was another spot on the left side. My husband I decided to put her down while she was still under anesthesia. She would never know a thing.
Dusty, we loved you. Go over the Bridge, girl. Go be with Mary (her first Momma).