Ivy had cancer after all. She soldiered along in good spirits in between vet visits for about a month, but she declined sharply again this weekend, and I wasn’t at all surprised by the critically low packed cell volume count when the vet did another check yesterday. Antibiotics hadn’t helped, high-dose steroids hadn’t helped… a bone marrow biopsy would have confirmed it, but what’s the point of going through that pain and expense when there’s nothing to be done?
The clinic staff were very kind, and we had a burial when Pokermon got home. The kids are handling it really well.
Here’s a picture from back in November of Eddy and Ivy “sharing” the cat tree:
Eddy fills up that whole nest platform by herself these days. We’ll have to get her another wrasslin’ buddy before she gets too used to being an only cat, or she’ll develop her own gravitational field. :-p She’s been very snuggly, and I find it comforting.