She'd been showing signs of labored breathing and restricted lung capacity again, so I took her in for another draining last week. This time, though, she didn't show the signs of improvement as with earlier drainings. In earlier treatments, once the excess fluid was withdrawn, her lungs were able to stretch back to fairly normal capacity.
That didn't happen this time. X-rays showed her lungs weren't re-expanding, but staying cramped and restricted. She'd reached the limits of her ability to recover from the effects of the disease.
It wasn't unexpected, but it was still sad to let her go. She was a pretty sweet cat. Never much for laps, but sometimes at night, when Hilde or I were laying on our backs, she'd climb on our chests (usually Hilde's) and nestle there for a while.
|Bastet as kitten, 2003|
|Bastet grown, around 2010|
We still have four cats in the household, tho' only Tyr and Sethra are "ours". (Cassie is Tabbi's cat, while Aliera laid claim to James and Paul after she and Sethra were added to the household following our friend Anne's death in 2009.) If we end up adopting another cat, it might well be another black cat, just because there's still a stupid stigma about black cats with a lot of people, making it harder to find people willing to adopt them..