Dearest Pippin, Options

[Pippin's Mom Kel]

My dearest Pippin,

A year ago today, I thought that everything was going to be ok. We'd just found out that you didn't have renal lymphoma, and you, your dad and I had a wonderful weekend. You ate well. You played. Sure, your blood sugars weren't under control, but we knew we'd get there. The next night, everything changed.

I unexpectedly got the night off from work. We'd gone to Petco, to get a clipper for your fur. You'd needed a bit of convincing to play, but you played well, once you started. We needed to be able to find a spot to give your insulin away from your fluids. When we came back, I checked the litterbox. It was the first time in three months that you didn't have diarrhea. But then I noticed you'd also vomited. We gave you Cerenia. It didn't help.

The night wore on, and I got more scared. Your nausea didn't get better, even after the Cerenia. Then you went and hid in your litterbox. You never did that. Finally, at 2, we rushed you to the emergency vet where you'd spent so much time. Dr. Dave was there.

Dr. Dave looked you over. You looked better - not nauseated. We were going to take you home, when I said, "Hey, Dave. Can we just check a chemistry to be safe?" He brought you out to us, while we waited to see what the results were, not expecting anything abnormal.

When Dr. Dave came out, I could tell from the look on his face that we were going to lose you. Your creatinine was sky-high. I knew it would be your last trip to the vet. Your dad and I sobbed over you. We hugged and kissed you, and left you with them for the rest of the night. We hoped maybe IV fluids would help, again, as they had before. It was 4 AM when we got home. I remember the drive home. It was unusually warm for January, and it was foggy. There wasn't a lot of snow on the ground. Your dad and I watched TV, because we couldn't fall asleep. Finally, we drifted off. Around 8 or 9 we got a call from Natalee, your internal medicine vet there. She didn't really know why your creatinine had changed so rapidly. She thought we could continue the current treatment, or take you to Tufts. Your dad and I chose to bring you to Tufts.

We rushed to the emergency vet, a 45 minute drive. We picked you up, and Natalee and her nurse Liz were there, almost in tears as well. The had put a urinary catheter in you, because they were concerned you weren't making any urine. When Natalee told me you'd made 18 mLs, I hugged her. I thought maybe there was hope, if you were still peeing. We opened the door in the top of your carrier, and I remember you standing up and folding your paws over my shoulder while I held you. We then took you in our car to Tufts. It was your last car ride. Pippin, I remember how sick you looked. You'd been sick before, but you'd never looked this bad. I was so scared that you weren't going to even make it there. We got to Tufts, and met Jasmine, the student, and Dr. Labato, Dr. Bucknoff & Dr. Markovich. We talked about a plan; they suggested dialysis. I didn't know, at that point, if we should just let you go, or if we were just torturing you. But you held your head high. You didn't look like you were done fighting. So we tried it.

Baby boy, I don't if we should have let you go then and there. You started to respond to dialysis, so maybe it was the right thing to do. Natalee and Dr. Labato thought you had a chance. You went to Tufts Tuesday. Tuesday night you went on dialysis. Dr. Labato, the attending, stayed until 2 AM because they were fighting to save your life, that night. You had stabilized by the next day, and it started to look like you might be making urine. You needed blood transfusions. I'm so deeply grateful to the other kitties who gave blood so that you had a chance to live. Words can't even begin to express the depth of my gratitude. Wednesday night, you ate out of my hand. I had gone to work, and I drove to Tufts at midnight after my shift finished - and they were so good about letting us spend time with you. You kissed my cheek. I thought you might be getting better. We were all cautiously hopeful - the vets, the dialysis techs, your dad and I.

Thursday, you didn't look so good. I called out sick from work and stayed with you all day. You were less responsive. We thought maybe it was the sedatives, so we gave you a reversal agent. Boy, were you unhappy with us - but you were in there. We sedated you again, and let you rest. Your numbers were improving still, and you were making urine.

Friday, you stopped making urine. I knew then, that dialysis wasn't working. We started looking into a kidney transplant at UPenn. Your dad and I were going to drive you there ourselves, if they thought you were a candidate. Pippin, I would have quit my job to do that for you. ANYTHING. We came to be with you. I told work I wasn't going to be in that weekend. They were furious. I was hysterical, and I couldn't think of anything other than being with my dying child. We got there, and talked about options. We talked to Natalee on the phone. We decided to take you off dialysis, and give you 24 hours to see what happened. You made the decision for us, though...

I looked at the monitor, and I noticed that your heart was in a very bad rhythm. It's the curse and blessing of being an ICU nurse. I pointed it out to the vets. They checked your labs. Your potassium was awful. They called the critical care specialist in. Your heart slowed down, and I was the one looking at the monitor. I told them. They did three chest compressions on you, and asked us how far they wanted to go. Your dad said, "Do everything." I remember the critical care staff rushing in. Your heart rate came back up, they gave you medications and did an ultrasound of your heart - which was not horrible. I remember seeing the equipment to intubate you, if it came to it. I remember thinking I didn't want to put you through that.

But your heart rate recovered, and everyone filed out. We sat with you and held you while they gave you fluid. After half an hour, the tech - I think it was Diane - took your blood pressure. I knew it was low. It was 40. That's when we decided it was time to let you go. We took you off dialysis and held you. I think we held you for an hour. My boss called me and yelled at me for calling out, and said we needed to have a talk on Monday. I told him that I was holding you, and you were dying. I don't remember much else, other than you - and being so angry with him for intruding upon my last time with you. And then you. Always you, Pippin.

You were calm. Peaceful. Asleep. Breathing. I had hoped you'd just stop breathing on your own. I didn't want to make the decision. You held on, and I couldn't get your dad to tell you it was okay to go. So we had to let you go. We held you. We told you how much we loved you. We told you how special you were. And the vets and techs did the same thing. I called your grandmother, and held the phone up to your ear. I heard her say goodbye, tell you that she loved you, and said she'd see you again sometime. And then we let you go. My poor boy - you were gone. And you'd fought so hard.

This is a really hard week for me, Pippin, because I miss you so. I still miss your life. Your exuberance. Your love. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the feeling of your fur. I miss you sleeping on my hip. It still hurts so much not to have you here.

I think I understand, though. I think you had to go so that we could adopt and care for Lancelot. He needed us more than you did. And I like to think right now, you're helping some other family as we're helping Lance. I like to think that some day, you'll be back. Someday, Pippin, we'll see each other again. Someday, I'm going to meet a kitty, look into his eyes, and know him. And this ache in my heart - the pain of being separated from you, from a soul that's so tightly bound to mine - it will ease. You'll be home again.

Until then, baby boy, I will miss you. I will love you. And I will wait.

Mom

[DannysMom]

Kel, my heart goes out to you. When I read your letter to Pippin it was like being right there with you and going through it with you. Having to make that decision and saying good-bye to a beloved friend is the most heartbreaking thing we go through. It's so hard to let them go, especially when they fought so hard and have gone through so much. Pippin was a very brave kitty boy. He is safe with the angels and going on adventures with Tina and Danny. He is young and healthy and happy, but he is missing you as well. I know full well the ache in the heart, wanting to hold my sweet friends again, just see them one more time. Being separated from our beloved companions hurts so much.

You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Hugs,
DannysMom

[Pippin's Mom Kel]

Kel, my heart goes out to you. When I read your letter to Pippin it was like being right there with you and going through it with you. Having to make that decision and saying good-bye to a beloved friend is the most heartbreaking thing we go through. It's so hard to let them go, especially when they fought so hard and have gone through so much. Pippin was a very brave kitty boy. He is safe with the angels and going on adventures with Tina and Danny. He is young and healthy and happy, but he is missing you as well. I know full well the ache in the heart, wanting to hold my sweet friends again, just see them one more time. Being separated from our beloved companions hurts so much.

You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Hugs,
DannysMom

Danny's Mom, thank you so much. It's so comforting to know you're out there, and you understand. I miss him so.

[moon_beam]

Hi, Kel, thank you so very much for sharing your and your beloved Pippiin's one year angel-versary with us. Even though the calendar indicates that the first year of grief has occurred does not mean that the deep sorrow in our hearts magically disappears. It simply means that we have endured through the "first without" events. No matter how much time we share with our companions during their earthly journey, it is never long enough for we will always want just one more minute, one more hour, one more day - - one more lifetime with them. An eternity with them is never long enough.

Your beloved Pippin is very proud of you and your husband for embracing Lancelot into your hearts and lives - - for he knew as he guided your and Lancelot's paths together that his baby brother would need the dedicated care that only you - - his Forever Mom and Dad - - can give him. This is a tribute to you and your husband, Kel - - and your beloved Pippin is nodding his head in loving approval.

Kel, thank you again so much for sharing your and your beloved Pippin's beautiful love journey with us. I hope today is treating you, your husband, Lancelot, and all your precious companions kindly, my friend. Please know you, your husband, and all of your precious furkids are in my thoughts and prayers, and that I look forward to knowing how you're doing, and to sharing your treasured memories of your beloved Pippin.

Peace and blessings,
moon_beam

[DannysMom]

Kel, just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you as Pippin's 1 year 1 month angelversary approaches. I know you miss him just as I miss my sweet Danny boy. These sweet, gentle souls give us so much and teach us lessons about love and friendship and they leave paw prints on our hearts when they are gone. Things will never be quite the same. It's as if a part of our heart is missing.

[Pippin's Mom Kel]

Kel, just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you as Pippin's 1 year 1 month angelversary approaches. I know you miss him just as I miss my sweet Danny boy. These sweet, gentle souls give us so much and teach us lessons about love and friendship and they leave paw prints on our hearts when they are gone. Things will never be quite the same. It's as if a part of our heart is missing.

Thank you so much, Danny's Mom. I miss him so, so desperately. It really hurts right now.

[xxForeverxx]

Thinking of you at this hard time. The first year they say is the hardest although I know we love our pets so much each year is hard without our loved ones. I send my love.

[DannysMom]

Kel, just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you today as it is the 27th. Your dear, sweet Pippin has been gone 1 year and 2 months and I know you still miss him so just as I miss my Danny and my Tina. At times, when I look at their pictures sitting on my desk and shelves I get confused for a moment and want to go look for them. Your Pippin was such a handsome Tux boy kitty. He has such a sweet little face. I hope you don't have to endure any more heartless comments from co-workers/supervisors at work, and I hope all is well with you.

Hugs,
DannysMom

[DannysMom]

Kel, I'm thinking of you today as it is the 27th. I hope you and your fur tribe are all well. Your Pippin has been gone 1 year and 3 months and my Danny has been gone 1 year and 4 months tomorrow, but sometimes it only feels like yesterday. I can imagine Pippin and Danny hanging out at the Rainbow Bridge, chasing butterflies and telling each other stories.

[Pippin's Mom Kel]

Kel, I'm thinking of you today as it is the 27th. I hope you and your fur tribe are all well. Your Pippin has been gone 1 year and 3 months and my Danny has been gone 1 year and 4 months tomorrow, but sometimes it only feels like yesterday. I can imagine Pippin and Danny hanging out at the Rainbow Bridge, chasing butterflies and telling each other stories.

I love the image of Pippin and Danny playing together at the Rainbow Bridge; it's comforting to think that he's not alone.

The grief still comes and goes, you know? Sometimes it's fine, then something just sneaks up on me. Last week, I moved an area rug to clean the hardwood under it, and found some fur that I knew was Pippin's; it just had the right texture. I bawled my eyes out.

Thank you for thinking of me. This is a hard journey.

[DannysMom]

Oh Kel, I can so well understand how finding a piece of Pippin's fur evoked strong emotions in you. That's a part of him, something tangible we can hold and touch. It's like part of him is still there, and yet he's gone. I cry when I hold Tina's toys or the yellow bandage that was around her leg when she was hospitalized last year. These things are special.

You are right. This IS a hard journey. Feeling the pain, letting it out...it is very hard and it takes a lot out of us, yet it is the only way "through" the grief journey. You will never forget Pippin, but as more time goes by it will get easier to bear.