Former foster, Snuggles, has had declining kidney function for a few years. She’s 18 and in the last week has gotten very debilitated. Given that her nose was runny, the vet put her on antibiotics, and given that she’d lost weight, we resumed the unpopular-with-everyone-involved subcutaneous fluids. She perked up a smidge and then continued to get weaker. If she gets fewer contented moments, I’ll probably see about putting her down. For now, she likes it warm, and even Berkeley is warm today.
I’d put her out on the sunny deck and later could not find her–anywhere. Bob joined the search and she finally meowed. She was inside the wall for the deck planter boxes. It’s 2nd floor, so we tried to reach her from below and from the deck. From below, we could finally see her, so from the deck I could know where to reach to just touch her face. That turned out to be enough to get her to a more reachable spot. I had her front legs and got Sam to get her back legs; we tipped her and slid her out,
I’ve got the access temporarily blocked with a rug and some plants.
The kittens are fine and did well one their shelter photo shoot.
As we thought, Snuggles was looking for a place to hide. She died this afternoon. I was able to be stroking her at the end. She didn’t have to take another vet trip.