Goodbye, Honey Bear

Honey Bear took her last ride yesterday. I wish I could have made her feel better, even if only for a few days. I couldn’t watch her wither away and suffer.
I was never sure how old Honey was when she came to us in 2017 but our vet at that time said she was under 5 years old. I decided she was about 3 years old, so about 9 this year. It was the evening before my birthday in July of 2017. This is going to sound strange, but I felt that my Fuzz led her to me. I had just lost Fuzz a few months prior. The night before my birthday this year is when she first showed signs of being sickly. A week later, she’s gone.
Thanks, everyone, for the sympathy and condolences. I appreciate all of the moral support through the last week. I am mentally and physically exhausted. It’s hard losing a furry member of the family. Even the other furbabies know there’s something off.
RIP Honey Bear 2017-2023 (1)

Heartbreaking News

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Honey Bear is sicker than we first thought. After her initial visit with the vet, she felt better right away due to the antibiotics and steroid injections. But by Sunday she was back to looking sickly again. I was trying to entice her to eat more with things she loves like tuna and chicken but noticed she was having trouble chewing. I suspected a dental issue. So, I give her food that she lap up easily and off to the vet we went again yesterday.

I was right about the dental issue; the good news is that it can be treated. The bad news is that she also has a tumor in her tummy pushing on her intestines. The vet suggested an oral antibiotic for the dental problem and an oral steroid to try and shrink the tumor. Thankfully they gave the two mixed together making it only 1ml twice a day that I have to cram down her throat. Anyway, she won’t have much more time with us. I am hoping she will start eating more so she won’t be so weak. I want her to have a little time left where she feels better so I can give her more lovins before she goes. Right now she hides a lot.

The vet said we could probably get her feeling better for 2 weeks to 2 months on the steroid but we have to wait and see how she does. I will eventually have to make that inevitable and heartbreaking decision to let her go…

Fatty McCatty

My name is Honey. Mom calls me Honey Bear, but most of the time she calls me Fatty. Fatty McCatty. I’m a whopping 22 lbs. of CAT. Not fur, like most people think. I’m heavy, and fur doesn’t weigh that much!

It’s been raining an awful lot and I’m not happy about that. Neither is the rest of the gang. Jack and Alice go out on the catio and get wet. Then they come back in bitching. Mom says, “Haven’t you learned anything, you big dummies?” I laugh because I’d rather be fat than dumb! Kitty doesn’t go out on the catio much. I do, but sometimes Jack is mean to me. I don’t know why. I like everybody.