My Poor Little Princess...
So we had to put Molly to sleep.
She just wasn't getting any better. We took her back to the vet and we both sort of knew that she wouldn't be coming home with us. The Dr Macky looked at her and was honest with us. Molly definitely had fluid in her lungs, she likely had pneumonia. Molly also had masses in her tummy. She hadn't been eating - she lost almost 2 pounds since the last time we had her at the vet (not quite two weeks ago) - so Dr Macky told us that they wouldn't be fecal matter. She believed that they were either tumors (obviously bad) or diseased lymph nodes (which would mean that the Feline Leukemia was taking hold). She told us that we could do xrays to determine if there were lung changes and that she could put Molly on antibiotics to try and take care of the pneummonia. She also said we could have bloodwork done to see what was going on in her tummy.
We told her that we have NO money. That we lost everything in a fire and that we have no more money to spend on taking care of a sick cat. She was frank with us. We could do all the things she suggested, but considering Molly's decline over the last week or so, she thought that there was a good chance that it was the disease that was causing Molly's problems. She wouldnt suggest putting Molly to sleep and Alex didn't know how to say it, so I just blurted it out. I asked if she thought that it was rash to consider putting her to sleep. Dr Macky looked relieved that I finally said it. She told me that she didn't think we were being rash. She was very supportive and understanding of our decision. She really made the whole process a lot less hard.
We didn't stay to watch her get put to sleep. I didn't want my last memory of my little princess to be of her dead on a table. We said goodbye to her in the exam room and left her there. I told Molly that she was a good, brave, baby. That she made it through the fire and that this was going to be a piece of cake. I told her that she wasn't going to feel bad anymore and that she was going to be with Dude soon. I petted her and scratched her behind the ears. She sat, small and fragile looking on the floor of the exam room and purred. She seemed to know that she wasn't going to be miserable anymore. My poor baby.
She was such a pretty little princess. She looked like she might have some Siamese in her - she was so very social. She used to greet me at the door when I'd come home from work (at the old apartment) and follow me around and chirp about her day. I called her my "chatty catty." My little Molly Maguire. She hadn't been like that for a while. She stopped chatting pretty much after she was spayed and lately, she'd been so sick that she kind of hid all the time. It was sort of like she was trying to make her passing easier on all of us by withdrawing from us.
So sad. Poor little princess. I miss my baby. :(
