My beloved Upsie died on Thursday afternoon. Her condition suddenly turned downward on Wednesday. Until then she ate with her old gusto and seemed to be handling whatever pain she had with grace. In truth, it wasn't clear that she was in pain, cats can hide that so well. But, I could feel how her kidneys were growing much larger, bulging out of her sides, and I knew that her cancer was getting much worse. Then, Wednesday she stopped eating, which was an ominous sign. That night, she slowly made her way to the living room, where I was reading, sat at my feet, and began to cry. She couldn't lie in any position without it causing her pain, and she kept looking at me, as if she thought I might be able to do something to make her feel better.
I got very little sleep that night, staying by her side, petting her, and promising that I would get her pain killers from the Vet. By Thursday morning she was obviously in horrible pain and couldn't walk, so I made the painful decision that I wouldn't let her suffer and made an appointment for her Vet to come to our house and euthanize her in the evening. I also went to the Vet's office and got some pain killers.
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