If I Had Just One More Day With Mouses... Options

[I miss mouses]

If I had just one more day...
I'd wake up to you jumping onto the bed and landing on my head. You would keep meowing until I got up an sprinkled just a few new pebbles of food, and gave you new water (day old water was never OK for you). If I had just one more day with you...I would rent a bunch of movies, I'd stay in my pj's, and I'd stay with you in our bed. My movie buddy. My favorite place in the whole world-in bed with you! I'd laugh, I'd cry, I'd try to solve mysteries, or get lost in the drama...all while petting you. My lap cat, my buddy, my best friend in the whole world. I'd buy you some treats and some treats for myself. My legs would go numb, I'd have to pee so bad, but I would never alter your comfort and happiness. You would be purring so loud. The happiest loudest purr I have ever heard. I love you my girl. My brown tabby with the cutest face I've ever seen.
If I had just one more day...we would take a nap. I'd fall asleep while happily petting your soft shiny fur. Oh, how I love that tail...those feet. I would wake up to your cat breath that I miss so much. I would brush you-you loved that so much...wish I did it everyday. You always loved your chin and whiskers scratched. We'd hang out in all shades of sunlight, from sunrise to sunset. I'd play the feather game one more time behind the throw pillows on the bed and under the covers. I'd hold you in my arms in front of the mirror. I was always trying to burn the image of us together in my brain, so it would last forever. I'd give you your favorite wellness food, and give you back your favorite princess water dish. We would end the day in our favorite way...you and I both on our left sides with you curled up in my arm. I pet you and I scratch your chin. I bring your head up gently and kiss you on your forehead. I play with your tail in my fingers. I miss your tail so much mouses. I'd pound, pound, your happy tail, and squeeze together those cute little feet. I miss your feet and puffy paws so much. I'd pet you between your eyes in the furry spot above your nose, and you'd fall asleep. My neck would hurt as it always did, but I don't care-it's your comfort I care about (as any cat lover would know). After about an hour you've had enough, you go get your last meal, and drink, and go potty. Then you jump up to my back ( I have turned to my right side), I grab you and lay you down. You never stay on my right side, you go to leave, I I always pull you in for one more hug (I still remember our last one...thank God I hugged you just a little longer that night). I let you go to your pillow which rests above my head/pillow. I pet you, I hold your paw and we go to sleep. I love you I whisper. I love you forever my "soul kitty."

My mouses: May 11, 1996-Jan 25, 2009
Still in shock. Still can't accept this. Thought you'd live to 20. How did I not react faster. I love you so much...how did I not rush you to the ER??? Monday January 19th I carry you to the bed like a baby, you weirdly fall out of my arms. You look up at me like I dropped you. I didn't drop you. Was it a seizure? I'll never know. You don't get up I am afraid to move you. Finally you move. I put you on the bed, I check out your legs, arms, tummy, back, etc. You show no signs of discomfort. You go eat. Daddy says your fine. A cat can handle a small fall like that. I am in worry mode and start to watch you. Tuesday and Wednesday I see a change in you. Daddy says you look fine. I try to calm down. I know I worry to much when it comes to anything with you. It's happening...I notice your not eating, your not drinking. Why don't I call the vet on Wednesday. I love you so much, I can't believe I waited. Wednesday is preschool day for M. I wait until Thursday. I tell the vet about your fall, and how your not eating and drinking. She doesn't list you as an emergency. I trust her opinion. She makes you an appointment for Saturday. Saturday??? I hang up the phone you go to get off the bed and land on your right side again. You stagger like a drunk to your box. I was so freaked out I can't remember if you used it. You drink water. I feel better. I am trying so hard to not react around you. I call the vet. She only bumps you up to Friday. Why didn't I rush you to the ER? Why didn't I know we lived 5 min from the ER? If I could turn back time...I would have rushed you to the ER. I take you on Friday. You are still peeing and drinking a tiny bit now. My world ends. The vet finds a mass. I go in thinking it's your leg, your hip from the fall. At worst it is hind leg neuropathy. We start a new life with diabetes. Cancer. I never thought Cancer. You had been to the vets in May 08. You were healthy, no palpable masses. The panic sets in. Oh God this really was serious. Why didn't I rush you to the ER on Monday? Would it have changed anything? I try to calm down. Abdominal masses (confirmed by x-ray). One huge one near your pancreas and stomach. Scattered masses throughout your intestines. I have to save you. At the time 12 was young to me. You were so strong and healthy just days before. That is the Mouses I know. Healthy strong Mouses. Even using hindsight I don't see any signs of illness. You hid it so well. I am home all day. I would know if you were sick. How did I miss this? Nothing was different until the fall. Your routined. Your routines up until that Monday were unchanged. You were happy, eating, purring, and doing everything. How did it all change so fast. I was just watching a Movie with you on that Monday. You seemed fine. Now you have Cancer? I leave you at the vets. I have to save you. Exploratory surgery set for 2:00 the next day. Your dehydrated, your temp is low. They need to stabilize you before you can go to surgery.
You never make it to surgery. Saturday they find out your diabetic. They believe the Cancer has shut down your pancreas. I can put you to sleep. I just can't. You were just fine, I am so confused. I take you home. You look different. You look lost. Strange meowing, falling off the bed, you keep crouching low and meowing. Your in pain aren't you? I bring you to the ER to see what are options are. This vet is older an more experienced way less hopeful than your vet. You are 12, with diabetes and abdominal masses. Your temp is 10 degrees low. Your WBC is 56,000, your anemic (sp?), your bilirubin is elevated and so are your kidney levels. This is a lot to stabilize. Your respirations near 100. Labored breathing...how did we get here from Monday. All I want to do is save you. Diabetes alone takes at least 3 days to stabilize. The vet thinks you will die at their hospital. She gave you a less than 10% chance to make it to surgery. She said you probably wouldn't make it out of surgery. Abdominal masses are infiltrative. They would have to take out pieces of your pancreas and intestines. Forced feedings, bathroom issues, blood sugar issues while recovering from surgery. I want to save you. She tells me to think of you not me. I can't lose you. I can't. I take you home to spend one more night with you, but this night is far from my dream night. You are in pain, you have that sad meow, you stare of into the distance, you hide, you can't breathe. I am in shock. What happened to my Mouses. My sweet little girl. You were just purring above my head. Now you can't breathe. I have to let you go. We call a vet to come to the house. I need you to be comfortable and calm. We put you to sleep on our bed. The new year just started. Every year I wonder if you'll make it to the next Christmas. How are you gone? You were dead on our bed. You look so normal. Soft, shiny and beautiful. It is you. I always thought when you died you'd be old and raggedy. No longer grooming yourself. Thin, bathroom issues, etc. Blind, deaf...i don't know, but not like this. I don't even get to treat your illnesses. It is 3 months later, and I still want to take care of you with Cancer and diabetes. Every day I wonder. IF ONLY, IF ONLY, IF ONLY.... if only I brought you to the ER. Would you have made it to surgery. IF so what then? Would you still be here? You needed that surgery. I lost you your chance for surgery. I DID!!! I always prayed for a good ending. This ending is eating me alive. I love you Mouses. I am sorry. I can't believe I didn't even try to get you to drink water. What is wrong with me? We are moving into our new house. I can't believe you aren't moving with me. I pictured you in every house we looked at. I have to leave your home. I don't want to. I just want to go back to normal.

[nicole'smom]

I Miss Mouses
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your beautiful words to Mouses. Like Jess, they made me cry as I read them. You said so beautifully what I would say, and do say to my Nicole. Thank you so much for sharing your deep love for your darling Mouses.