Oh, no.And although it makes me awfully sad sometimes, I am glad I have had at least a few more days with her.
Yeah, that. You'll know, when it's time, but I'm so very sorry that you - and she - are going through this.
Quick suggestion, though - try feeding her baby food, the chicken or turkey or beef?
*somewhat incoherent rambling follows*
Annie's gone, in about five months, from a somewhat plumpalicious puttytat to "oh, this is what you *should* weigh", to thin, to emaciated, and just hasn't been able to keep food down. She's all bone and no flesh under that fur, and it's breaking my heart. I keep saying "She's only 14, dammit, that's not nearly old enough," but, well, older rescue kitty with who knows what in her past...
For some reason, this last weekend, I thought "hmmmm. Beef or chicken minced really fine have worked better than any cat food, but she's still not keeping it down - wonder if I pureed it... oh hey! Baby food!" this weekend - and she's been absolutely polishing her bowl, which hasn't happened for anything else. I'm only giving her about a tablespoon at a time, but will increase quantities. And she's clamoring for it. So...
She's still very much present, and is making that known. Last month, she somehow managed to knock over, from the top of the kitchen cart, the canister with 5# of kibble. About 12 hours after I'd scrubbed the kitchen floor for the Section 8 inspection, so I just scooped it up and put it back into the canister, but sheesh. She *never* gets up on counters or tables, and there was no convenient "staircase" up to it; I have no idea how she even got up there. And the last time Liz was over and I fed her lamb stakes from farmleaf
, all of a sudden Annie snagged a bite of it directly from my plate and moved to just out of reach, crunching away on the bone.