Death of a Cat
Published on November 11, 2013 by Sara Foss

Over at the DG, I write about the death of my cat Paul.

Here's an excerpt:

Shortly before my cat Paul died, I fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie, as I sometimes do. And when I awoke 1 a.m., I had every intention of getting up and going to bed. But then I noticed Paul purring softly in my lap. Rather than disturb her, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Paul could be a bit standoffish, and her friendlier moods were always a bit of a treat.

I began worrying about Paul around the end of October, although I had a hard time pinpointing what exactly was bothering me. She (yes, she had a boy’s name) seemed less active. She was sleeping in places she didn’t usually sleep. She seemed smaller and frailer. I assumed her age — she was 14 — was finally starting to catch up with her. But I scheduled an appointment with the vet for Monday anyway. Perhaps he could give me some tips on how to care for an older cat.

The vet did a basic examination, then looked at Paul’s chart. She had lost weight — about three pounds, which is a lot for an average-sized cat. And her breathing was a bit labored. The vet drew some blood for a test, and promised to phone with the results the next morning. I wasn’t particularly worried. For the most part, Paul seemed fine. When I brought her home, she ran and hid under the bed. When I came back from work, she greeted me at the door. Later that evening, she fell asleep on the window sill. She ate and drank and used her litter box.

But Paul wasn’t fine. The next morning the vet informed me that she had kidney failure and a hyperactive thyroid. 'The kidney failure explains why she’s less active,' he said. 'But the thyroid probably explains why she’s been pretty energetic until recently.'"

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