Sadly, this is not a repost of my similarly titled post from less than two weeks ago. Today, we lost the very last of our cat clan. Ash, our eldest cat, is no longer with us.
Harry Paget Flashman on the left, with Cinders and Ash, making sure that nobody can make the bed right now. October 2010.
Ash had been fading for a while, but as long as he was still interested in life, we were not going to make any irrevocable decisions. Over the last couple of days, he’d stopped eating and was barely drinking, which meant we needed to talk to the vet about what to do. The initial diagnosis was liver failure, and at 17 the prognosis was not hopeful. The vet suggested that with liver issues, especially for older cats, it was not likely to be a favourable outcome if we elected for surgery, and we didn’t want to subject him to that kind of stress with such low odds of survival.
