Hello again, sweet people at Pettalk, and once again thank you for all your advice and kind support.

This is just to say that Bella passed on monday the 17th. I guess in my heart I knew it was all too late, but I was hoping, hoping for so long that some new kind of food would help or some kind of miracle would happen. But her weight continued to go down and nothing would make her eat. On saturday she didn't want chicken anymore, and on sunday I noticed (for the third time) that her hindlegs/-quarters were becoming wobbly when she tried to jump down from the bed. She was only a short while from being unable to stand on her own 4 paws, and I just couldn't bear that she should be like that

We did have a fairly good sunday, though, and for that I am grateful. She ate a little in the morning, and when my great-cousin came by with his camera, it actually seemed to cheer her up a bit to be a film star! At least for a few moments. I guess I should post them in the memorial section, when they are ready.

What more can I say. On monday it was all back to the horrors of friday, and she was miserable again. My mother insisted on being present at the vets, she said: "I have a right, I'm her grandmother!" and I was grateful about that too. And then we all cried, even the vet, for not having been able to help Bella, I think. It seems that many cats do fine on methimazole, but a fairly large percentage does not. And then you are, like Moosmom said, really between a rock and a hard place.

Anyway, today I'm still dazed and I have been very sad and tired, but at least I know that Bella is allright now. I know, because she was here with me for second or two the next morning. Somewhere between being asleep and awake, I suddenly felt the weight and fur of her neck against my cheek, as she cuddled up to me in the special "pushy" way that she used to be and which I had quite forgotten. It was very comforting, and I think she meant it that way.

See you soon again on these pages.
Lots of love,
Sus and Bella