We just got back from the doctor. Bubba's remaining blood results came in showing his liver looked fairly normal, which was not good news. The doctor said because his enzymes and everything were pretty normal, she was pretty confident his liver was cancerous, being so enlarged. She said there was maybe a 5% chance it wasn't cancer. You can read more about his struggle over the past 5 days if you'd like here: viewtopic.php?f=28&t=98602
He looked so frail and weak, and his breathing was very shallow. We got to visit with him for about 15 minutes before we had them take him away. I am going to hate myself for not being there while he passed, but we just couldn't do it. We handed him off and walked out of the office at 2:15. I don't think he would have made it through the day.
Bubba was the best cat we could have asked for. He went on a road trip with us when he was still a baby, and got to see most of the country. He was the only cat I have ever seen that let us handle him the way we did. He loved to be cradled like a baby, and would talk to you any time you spoke directly to him. Right now I can't imagine life without him, and the house feels so lonely already. He is my best friend.
We had him cremated and will be receiving his ashes in a week or two. I hate that the last few days of his life he was alone in an unfamiliar place, but we were doing what we thought was right. I hope he forgives us.
Bubba was actually just a nickname that stuck. We named him Chunks when he was first born, because he was the chunkiest kitty in the litter. He later grew into his body better and we started calling him Bubba after my dad. We also called him Muppet because a friend of ours said he looks "too real". I know that doesn't make sense, but it would if you saw him. He had a very human like quality to his face.
Goodbye Bubba. We will always remember you, and we will always miss you, and we will always love you.
He looked so frail and weak, and his breathing was very shallow. We got to visit with him for about 15 minutes before we had them take him away. I am going to hate myself for not being there while he passed, but we just couldn't do it. We handed him off and walked out of the office at 2:15. I don't think he would have made it through the day.
Bubba was the best cat we could have asked for. He went on a road trip with us when he was still a baby, and got to see most of the country. He was the only cat I have ever seen that let us handle him the way we did. He loved to be cradled like a baby, and would talk to you any time you spoke directly to him. Right now I can't imagine life without him, and the house feels so lonely already. He is my best friend.
We had him cremated and will be receiving his ashes in a week or two. I hate that the last few days of his life he was alone in an unfamiliar place, but we were doing what we thought was right. I hope he forgives us.
Bubba was actually just a nickname that stuck. We named him Chunks when he was first born, because he was the chunkiest kitty in the litter. He later grew into his body better and we started calling him Bubba after my dad. We also called him Muppet because a friend of ours said he looks "too real". I know that doesn't make sense, but it would if you saw him. He had a very human like quality to his face.
Goodbye Bubba. We will always remember you, and we will always miss you, and we will always love you.