RIP, Iorek

May. 9th, 2010 07:26 pm
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Iorek, a white American Longhair cat   Iorek passed on earlier today. The new medication we started a month ago gave us a substantial improvement for a while, but it wasn't a cure. It did seem to alleviate the severity of his seizures, but didn't eliminate them. Yesterday he had another, and he just didn't bounce back from this one. We decided when we came down this morning and he was still acting semi-conscious that it was time, and thought we'd bring him to the vet tomorrow morning. He passed peacefully on his own some time this morning while we were out. I'm just thankful that he hung on till I got home from traveling for work last week, so I had a chance to say goodbye.

This has been a long series of ups and downs since he was diagnosed with what was probably liver cancer in September of last year. He kept having small improvements that made us hope, against our better judgment, that perhaps he was going to recover. About two months ago we concluded that the diagnosis of liver cancer had probably been wrong. At that point he started having neurological symptoms which baffled our vet. He speculated about possible brain tumors, but there's really no way of knowing.

He was a great cat, and loved to hesitate in the doorway when we let him in or out. He didn't change that approach when it came to the doorway into the next world. We're going to miss him very much.
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Sheridan passed on about midnight last night. It all happened very quickly. He'd been a little less hungry than usual Wed. night, and ate still less yesterday morning. We thought that might be another sign he was slipping. We'd decided when we first got the diagnosis that his kidneys were failing back in August that when he stopped being willing to eat that would be time to let him go.

Beth tried to tempt him yesterday afternoon with some baby food, but he only ate half a jar before he lost interest. At that point we were thinking about planning to bring him in to the vet on Monday. I tried to offer him more food around 8 last night, and he wouldn't touch it at all. At that point we decided waiting for Monday probably wasn't realistic, and we'd call the vet first thing this morning.

He spent the rest of the evening draped over my lap. I'm not really sure he was conscious any more when we went up to be around 10. His eyes were open, but he wasn't really responding to anything. We thought about whether we should take him to the emergency clinic instead of waiting for the regular vet in the morning, but he didn't seem to be in any distress, so we just made him comfortable for the night. About midnight we woke up and realized he wasn't breathing any more.

He was often not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was sweet and loving. Tonight is the first time in weeks that I've sat at my computer without him curled in my lap. I've uploaded a few more snapshots to flickr, for any of his friends who want to remember him. ( ). Sadly I don't have a photo of the image I'm remembering him by with the most pleasure: a backyard cookout in early September where he came trotting proudly up to us with a live, squirming frog from the fishpond in his mouth.


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