Don't want to bum anybody out, but many people have been rooting for Price. We did, however, know what was coming.
Price has really stopped eating, drinking or grooming himself. I'm not going to bother him with his wheelchair any more; that can be saved for the next problem in another cat. If he wants to go outside, he can limp along pretty well at this point; he has his little bootie on his limp foot.
Here he is, after a little Diazapan, freshly washcloth-bathed, on his comfy sofa. The gray blanket is one of two, at this point being used like a diaper. Sometimes he'll take an edge of the plaid blanket on his back. This is just before the drug kicked in. It's a very small dose; just enough to relax him and let him sleep in comfort.
There's a point where you stop bugging the old person and let them work on their last job. He's 16 years old, warm, safe, relaxed, pain free. As we say on Facebook: Price wins.
There's a point where you stop bugging the old person and let them work on their last job. He's 16 years old, warm, safe, relaxed, pain free. As we say on Facebook: Price wins.
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Price, you are valiant. Rest well.
I hope it's as easy for him as just going to sleep and not waking.
Looks like he's passing, today. He has (vet's-office-approved) painkiller and sedative. He's only getting upset over leaky bowels, but we are standing by with washclothes and warm water. Price is a clean kitty.
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