Not good news. The lump in her throat is cancer. No one in this area can do the surgery, IF the surgery is possible and has any chance of extending her life. I've studied up on it, and I have concerns about what the treatment would do to her.
We are heading west and will get additional information with an animal surgical specialist. There were a lot of tears when we got this news, because it also came at a time when Izzy was refusing to eat. She has always been a good eater, and anxious to rub on my legs at feeding time. Rotating through a lot of food options, she will now take a bite here and there. If she won't eat, there is no hope, and right now we are hopeful that we will have some quality time left.
Izzy is our third cat over a 35 year time span. All three have been very different personalities. Smoke was spunky; Molly was wise and communicative; and Izzy is the sweetest little feline ever.
This has come on pretty fast, and it is taking a toll on her. She is still sweet, but the expected lethargy means a lot of cat naps. But, when she is awake, she is her sweet self.
She is losing weight. We have some high-calorie food from the vet to try to keep her weight and strength up.
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We Hit The Road (01/21/18)...
What normally takes several days, we did in 24 hours: load up the coach and shut down the house. With the flurry of activity, Izzy knew something was up. With all the visits she has had to her doctor in the past couple weeks, she was not her usual excited self when we brought her out of the house and into the coach.
When she could see that we weren't stopping at the vet office that is only about a mile from our house, she relaxed. She is content in the motorhome. Most of the time when we travel, she goes into her "house", now her "princess palace" that is on the bed in the back of the motorhome. She gets to go where she wants in the motorhome - today, she came up front to sit with us. She sat on Joan's lap for a while, then decided to head for the dash...
She used to ride up there once in a while in the truck when she was younger. It was nice to see that she just wanted to be where we are. She settled in for a nap...
She stayed up there when we stopped for the Border Patrol check point as we headed up Expressway 77. She glanced over her shoulder as one of the agents walked a dog around the coach... they waved us on.
We stopped at the rest area a few miles up the road so she could have some lunch. Then, onward. Our 2/2/2 Rule is out the window when we are just trying to make miles. We didn't get out until around 11:30 and wanted to stop for the day before dark. One stop for Izzy's lunch and one more to fuel up just before we rolled into the RV park... we made a reservation along the way, so we could get a long site, and not have to unhook the CR-V and cargo trailer.
It was sunny when we left the Tropical Tip, but turned to mostly overcast when we turned north. Getting close to San Antonio, the terrain and climate changes...
Trees with no leaves; grass that is mostly brown. Not the green and flowers we're used to.
We rolled into the RV park just before they closed at 5:00. I needed to set up all the utilities so we can finish sanitizing the fresh water system. Izzy was watching out the door when I came back inside. She hasn't been out on her leash for a couple weeks... I asked her, "Do you want to go for a walk outside?" - she meowed her happy sound, and her little face beamed.
With the tumor in her throat, we have been going without her harness. I loosened the harness, knowing she wouldn't try to pull out of it, and put it on her - she couldn't wait to go outside!
We stayed out until I could tell she was getting tuckered out. Back inside for some more chow and a rest in the cab part of the coach...
Truth be told, we are all ready for taking it easy this evening. And ready to celebrate the little victories (like eating) and some normalcy.
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Sorry to hear the news about Izzy...
Bob & Nancy
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