Yesterday afternoon Frimousse was in his garden. Mainly relaxing in a corner or another, at times drinking out of the watering can – I had put fresh clean water in it. Just before 6 his Mistress told him to get into the house for the night. He went in. We tried to give him some fish, some chicken, some ham, some minced beef. He declined everything. He went upstairs, on the small bed, where his mistress took this photograph. He was very weak, like a soft toy, purring at times. He spent the night alone upstairs. We didn’t hear any noise or any movement. This morning the litter was clean and the food untouched. When he heard was preparing breakfast he went down, and drank. Then he went to the door to be let out. In his garden, he took the position for peeing, showing no particular difficulty. He went round the garden and then back into the house. After a long drink he went upstairs. He’s on the pink sofa now.
He doesn’t seem to suffer. We hope he won’t before Friday. We’ll take Frimousse to his doctor any way. He’ll be even weaker. Either the vet will suggest a non-invasive treatment, or it’ll the end of our dear Frimousse’s road with us.
Thank you for your encouragements. It is a pity they won’t change the course of events…
Thank you for the update and the picture. He appears alert, not in pain – cats are so good at hiding it !. You are wise to insist on noninvasive if any treatment is advised – he needs no more stress (and neither do you.) If he permits, please kiss his forehead lightly from me and my clowder of 11 (and the old beagle). Purrs,
He does permit! He looks like a soft toy. Poor dear Frimousse. I don’t know what the vet will suggest. She loves cats and she doesn’t want to make them suffer.
Purrs. Such loud purrs for you Frimousse, and your Master and Mistress. It sounds like your grief for RouXy is just overwhelming. We have paws crossed for Friday, and we know that if your body is saying it is time, then your body knows best. Äiti also wishes to pass on soft scritches if Frimousse permits.
We’ve decided to take him to the vet on Friday afternoon. It can’t last longer, more than a fortnight without eating anything, just drinking… water.
I am praying for Frismousse, I truly think he has a broken heart. Maybe you could call the vet now to ask for the appetite enhancer, which is also an antidpressant instead of giving him 2 more days which will make him weaker. XO
If it is “only” a broken heart, I’m sure his vet can do something. But it may be something very serious…
Frimousse, please eat up! Your Master and Mistress love you so, and we do to out here in the blogosphere. Sending purrs and hugs to you all.
I wish he would obey you!
We hope Frimousse recovers quickly.
We’re taking him to the vet on Friday afternoon.
We are so sad to hear this news. Have you tried a Solomederol steroid shot? Our Buddy was in the same state last year and after two of those he was back to better.
We are sending our purrs and prayers to dear Frimousse and family
Timmy, Dad Pete and Family
If the only trouble was his refusal of food we are pretty certain the vet could treat him.
But his belly is swollen and his mouth is dry. He drinks a lot and doesn’t seem to suffer.
end of life is so hard, so painful. I am sorry you are facing this. I hope you are able to have some good quality time with him before the end. Purrs of healing and comfort to you both.
Thank you for your kind words.
Last hope tomorrow (Friday) afternoon.
Purrs for Frimousse that it’s something easily treatable.
He still enjoys being stroked…
why does it seem like many bad things happen at once! So very sorry to hear this news – we feel like we just got to know Frimousse! We are sending him hugs!
Last hope tomorrow afternoon.
We take him to his doctore.
Will he come back dead or alive?
Frimousse; we know you dont know us, but we ask St Francis to watch over you
and send his blessings; we hope you get a good report on Friday in that there’s
something your people can do, to return you to great health ~~~~ ♥♥♥
Thank you so much for your message and your support. I must say I amvery pessimistic this Friday morning. Frimousse doesn’t drink any more. He has asked to go out in his garden, walked (slowly) round it, and gone back upstairs on his sofa without eating (of course!) and drinking (that’s new).