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Ziggys like you are so pretty
Sunday teatime is always shit. Back to school. Back to work. Now it's also bye bye to Ziggy time. It'll haunt me for a while. Having a pet means playing God.
I need to talk out what I think happened. It's sketchier with pets. Last Autumn she had a random broken tooth on her left side. Which is fine. But it took a long time to heal. But then she did seem ok again
And then when I was away this April she was a little needy. I came back and she'd had some sort of abscess on her bum gland. Which is rare but it seemed to go away.
And then 6 weeks later she presented with pneumonia. And then another bum abscess which were both mostly but not entirely treated with antibiotics.
And then 3 months later she stopped eating and was just off. And her scan revealed swollen lymph nodes and still crappy lungs. And we treated it. But her little paw got sore. And then her left hand side eye went weird. And finally on Bank Holiday Sunday she was obviously in distress. And I had to make the call.
I think there was always some sort of cranial tumor on her left hand side. But I only know that now. And it was brutal. And I loved her. I think Ziggy was my veneer of sanity. I used to sing long complicated songs using my current earworm and putting Ziggy in it.
And I miss that horribly.
I need to talk out what I think happened. It's sketchier with pets. Last Autumn she had a random broken tooth on her left side. Which is fine. But it took a long time to heal. But then she did seem ok again
And then when I was away this April she was a little needy. I came back and she'd had some sort of abscess on her bum gland. Which is rare but it seemed to go away.
And then 6 weeks later she presented with pneumonia. And then another bum abscess which were both mostly but not entirely treated with antibiotics.
And then 3 months later she stopped eating and was just off. And her scan revealed swollen lymph nodes and still crappy lungs. And we treated it. But her little paw got sore. And then her left hand side eye went weird. And finally on Bank Holiday Sunday she was obviously in distress. And I had to make the call.
I think there was always some sort of cranial tumor on her left hand side. But I only know that now. And it was brutal. And I loved her. I think Ziggy was my veneer of sanity. I used to sing long complicated songs using my current earworm and putting Ziggy in it.
And I miss that horribly.
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I'm so sorry you are missing your Ziggy as I know she was so well-loved -- which for her will always be a good thing. I have no doubt you were a great cat mum to her.
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