I adopted Cleo as a stray back in 1999. She had medical problems with her eyes, but we took care of it at the vet and she grew up and became my family. She has been there with me through the good times and the really, really tough times. She was there for me like no one else could be. I was the only human she let get close to her. She was also my watch kitty and my protector. I will miss her more than anyone could ever imagine. She knows me like no person has ever known me. She is and always will be my kitty baby girl. My mom calls her grandkitty. :)|
Cleo was diagnosed with feline mammary adenocarcinoma about 2 years ago. I found a very tiny purple looking bump on her nipple that would bleed if you squeezed it. We had surgery to have the bump removed and tested and it came back malignant for the kitty breast cancer I mentioned before. She had a few rounds of treatment after that surgery and all seemed to be going well. Then on her tummy a bunch of tiny bumps popped up and started growing. Her second surgery was the most invasive where the vet went in and took out most of both mammary tissue chains and whatever cancer material was present. Her entire belly was black and blue... my poor baby. After she had recovered there was more chemo, around 6 doses of adriamycin. She was once said to be in remission. That would only last for a few weeks. Then the tiny bumps on the stomach began again. This time the bumps grew very fast and in multiple areas. The plan was to shrink them down with chemo and then do some more surgery. Cleo started getting really sick with the chemo treatments, so I made the decision to pull her out of treatment and let her live out what left she had of her life. She had been fighting this very aggressive cancer for about 2 years now and her quality of life was diminishing. Her last chemo was in October 2011. She gradually stopped eating (even with me giving her nausea prevention medication). She lost all of her weight and was skin and bones but still getting around, eating a little, using the kitty box, curling up on the couch with me and following me around the house. I was also giving her subcutaneous fluids and pain medication the vet gave me from our last visit. This past weekend, she just stopped doing everything. She stopped being able to get around by herself, was struggling at the kitty box and looked so sad and malnourished even though there was food all around her. I had to make the decision to put her down yesterday because she had been like that for about 2 days. I stayed up with her all night, then called Peaceful Pathways. They were able to come out that afternoon and help Cleo move on to the rainbow bridge and end her suffering. There is nothing worse than knowing your poor kitty baby is hurting and there is nothing you can do for her. Now she is at the rainbow bridge and I will see her when I get there. She can play with moo moo kitty and nala. I will miss seeing her when I leave for work and when I get home. She was the brightest light of hope for me in a very dark world! I love you Cleo!!!!