Well, the deed is done.
Little Red is dead.
The vet said the tumor has not shrunk any, and his gums were even whiter, meaning more anemia. He was more active now because the massive amounts of steroids were canabalizing his muscle tissue, but giving him more energy to live. He lost a half pound of weight in three days, which was 10% of his body weight--in just three days.
Reimer said he'd probably crash, as so often happens when people delay euthanasia, to the middle of night. Red was in pain with a very sensitive abdomen.
So both Kerima and I felt the time was right. It felt right. Red was dying feeling a little better than two days ago, rather than going off being rushed to a emergency vet in the middle of the night.
He was killed by injecting a 5 X overdose of an anesthetic, and was dead within 15 seconds after an injection into a vein in his thigh. Red did not fight at any time, and was very passive.
Both Kerima and I cried. I had to drive, she couldn't. We went to a coffee house and had coffee in silence. Then we went to dinner, and again ate in silence.
We both felt so angry that this little cat had died two days after his second birthday of a very aggressive cancer.
I am home in my office where Little Red lived. Lakshmi seems confused because Little Red is not here. She keeps looking for him.
Little Red will be cremated and join our family on the fireplace mantle.