Greetings, all. I have 2 mushy male cats, and my partner has 4 of her own, and we recently found out that one of my cats, Hoagie, has feline lymphoma. My vet said that the average life expectancy with treatment is about 10 months, something I was very upset to hear. I have been very overwhelmed today with that, as well as with coming off Seroquel and some delayed bereavement for my Mom, but feel better from the messages I've gotten from the bereavement board, as well as discovering this group.
ChaplainTurner was kind enough to give a prayer for Hoagie and it was through his profile that I found out about this group. He does some REALLY great stuff for animals...his profile will tell you more about it.
I'm glad to have found this group and hope you all will derive comfort/support from it as well.
ChaplainTurner was kind enough to give a prayer for Hoagie and it was through his profile that I found out about this group. He does some REALLY great stuff for animals...his profile will tell you more about it.
I'm glad to have found this group and hope you all will derive comfort/support from it as well.
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My 6mo twin DD's are EBF and just started rice cereal on the first. Everything has been going fine except this morning one of them had a diaper rash (lots of redness around her anus). I read this as one of the signs of an allergy. BUT I did just buy a different brand diaper yesterday (which they have used randomly before w/no issues). Do you think its the cereal or the diaper? Im ready to start...
My last dog had prostate cancer. I found out only about two months after we adopted him. He had been in an abusive home and my brother managed to get him out and give him to us. He was 17 years old and had lived a horrible life.
So those last 6 months of his life, we spoiled Foony Boy. I made him chicken and rice to eat. When he stopped wanted that, I gave him pure chicken. Then he stopped wanting that, so I made him steak. I don't even eat meat or poultry myself! My husband would come downstairs, smell the cooking steak and say, "That smells wonderful. Can I have some?" I'd say, "No! It's for the dog." LOL.
Poor Foonty ended up dying of a heart attack. It saved me the torment of having to have him put down. But even on his 17 year old legs, he'd run the first block of his nightly walk every time. He'd never gotten walks before in his life. poor baby. My husband was so sweet. Every time the dog would even glance towards the door, my husband would say, "He wants a walk!" Then he'd drop everything he was doing and take the little guy out.
In such tragic circumstances, the best we can do is love them and give them as much of their favorite things in the time they have left. The hardest part is making the call of when they are suffering more than they are enjoying the time they have left.
Big hugs.