12/03/2025
Please note: I will be closed for the remainder of the day.
We lost our 16 year old cat, Ursa, today. In late October we noted that she had quite quickly lost a lot of weight, so we planned to address it at her semi-annual old lady vet visit since it was only a week or so later. Her labwork was normal so the vet recommended an Internal Medicine consult and ultrasound, but warned us that they thought cancer would be the most likely finding given her presentation, labs, and age. We scheduled that appointment for next available (it was to be next week), and aggressively tried to get her to put on weight. She continued to lose, despite a robust appetite and normal affect otherwise. On Thanksgiving she began to experience increased weakness and a rapid deterioration. We brought her to the vet first thing Monday morning for supportive care and we were warned that she may not make it to next week's ultrasound. Yesterday, in the middle of that big snowstorm, she crashed to the point where we weren't sure if she would be with us this morning. She was so we brought her to the vet to help her along peacefully.
Ursa was a foster fail from my bottle baby kitten days. She was dropped off in a box outside of the vet clinic where I worked in 2009, accompanied by a note saying she had fallen out of the ceiling of a work site and that no mother cat or other kittens were found. My husband and I moved in together shortly thereafter and, since I was moving in with two cats of my own and my husband had fallen in love with her while I carted her around with me in order to bottle feed, she was formally adopted and my duo of cats became our trio: Dante, Gattino, and Ursa. My husband immediately became her person and in recent years, when he began to work from home, she was a regular fixture of his work meetings because she spent so much time purring on his lap. She adored Dante and Gattino (who died in 2019 and earlier this year, respectively) and was a fiend for junk food- we had to heavily guard our bowls to prevent her from divebombing and stealing from them. She loved sunbeams. She was a very good girl.
Our hearts are very heavy today.