|Ashe and his half brother Jen, who treated him like a matress|
He was eighteen. He was a lap cat. I love lap cats.
|Ashe begging for attention while he still lived with me.|
|New Years 2014|
|In better days, 2007|
|His ear tips started drooping as he lost weight. Ginny, his housemate, is still doing well to this day.|
|In his last week|
We had a very lengthy discussion, asked the vet numerous questions, and had a good cry. Considering everything surrounding Albus' pyloric stenosis, including the fact that the liquid from the barium swallow stayed in his stomach for four hours before they could get a good x-ray of it trickling through the constriction, it didn't look like the treatment for the fatty liver would work. Without proper treatment, hepatic lipidosis does not have a very high survival rate, and he was already weak from the weight loss. Even if he did somehow make it through that hurdle, there was still the pyloric stenosis, and if he continued losing weight at the rate he had, it wouldn't be long before that did him in. Being so weak, he probably wouldn't make it through an attempt at surgery to alleviate the constriction. It seemed like his own body was against him. We decided he had suffered enough.
It was March 14th. He was thirteen.
I miss snuggling with him.