Mickey is gone.
I noticed yesterday that the right side of his face was swollen, thinking bad tooth. Well, in his weakened condition, there’s nothing that could be done, from our experience with Miss Elizabeth, we knew that kidney cats are not good candidates for anesthesia, it’s really, really hard on their systems. Mickey now was way worse than she was then.
So, with heavy heart I told Brian, he agreed, said call and make an appointment. I called and was told we could bring him in at any time. So, I got some jeans on and we went down.
We sat in the waiting room for a long time, it was quiet and I held Mickey in my arms and Brian petted him. When the dogs started arriving, I held him a little longer, but when that rambunctious intact dog came in, I put Mickey back in the carrier.
Finally a room freed up, we went in, the waited for the vet. We said our goodbyes to Mick and told him how much better things will be, how he’ll see Maggie and Rusty and Bobby and Ollie and Boney, how he’ll see them all again and then someday he’ll see us, too.
When the vet came in I told him about my concerns with Mickey’s mouth and how when that side of the face was rubbed, Mickey would gag. The vet felt that it was probably unrelated to the kidney disease. Anyway, Mickey was sedated, was laying on his side for the first time in weeks. Finally, he’s resting. Then the vet shaved a spot on his front leg and gave him the final shot. Mickey went quickly. He was ready.
Before we left, the vet said “do you mind if I take a look in his mouth?” Sure, go ahead.
Mickey had a tumor growing in his jaw. Most likely squamous cell cancer, the same thing that we lost Pepper to.
Goodbye Mickey. You were one of the cats who never gave us any cause for concern. You were well mannered and sweet. We’ll miss you. We’ll miss you a lot.