The cats in my life have lived well beyond 14 with the exception of the one who was only 12 1/2 (chylothorax killed him). The others were 15, 17.5, & 18 and other family cats were 18 and 19 yrs old. My boy who looked like Reebok was 17.5, and had stomatitis and CRF which were dx around age 15- he died from oral squamous carcinoma, NOT the CRF.
Ok, see I'm so glad to hear this. I was starting to think *18* was some arbitrary number I came up with on my own and I was holding him to impossible or improbable standards. You have experienced so much longevity with your cats, I pray I can do the same.
14 is not old for a cat. My current senior, Fuzzy, will be 18 this spring. My friend's cat, Tiger, made it to 22. I have to say I'd be put off by a vet who took an "oh well he's old" approach - if that is truly his attitude.
I'm also curious as to what specific blood tests were run and what the results were.
I think the pain of unexpected bad news kept me from absorbing what the vet said they were doing. I will get the full report and post it this afternoon when I pick him up. I have already contacted a feline specialty hospital in town I will take him to for a second opinion regardless.
Originally Posted by PatchworkRobot View Post
Hugs to you!
We let go out of my childhood cat a few years ago and it still hurts. Like Reebok he was 1/3 cat, 1/3 dog, and 1/3 human - he was an amazing cat. His systems started failing him a few years before we let him go and we tried to prolong his life as much as we could because we couldn't stand the though of losing him. That being said, there was a point where it was incredibly obvious that his quality of life was not one that I would want to be living and it was at that point that we let him go. We could have kept prolonging his life but it would have been very much to our benefit, not his. I cried (and still do sometimes) when we finally let him go but I never doubted that it was the right thing to do.
Losing any of our pets is difficult - but when they are special it is agony because you know it was lightening in a bottle! I know I will never have one like him again, they don't come around that often.
True story, Reebok was born in a no-kill shelter. Someone dumped his pregnant mom there. All kittens were adopted except for Reebs, I'm guessing because of superstitions with him being solid black. He was a legend there because he was the only cat that has ever escaped, somehow broke out and they couldn't figure out how he did it. Not only did he escape but he promptly returned there two days later on his own, begging to be let back in! Life was harder on the outside, he found out.
He was a year old when I volunteered there for a summer. One of the first things I asked the shelter director was who had been there the longest. Of the cats, that was Reebok. I took one look at this scrawny black cat tangling himself in my shoe laces and said "I want him!". And that was that. He has been super awesome in every way every day since.
I love him.