When I got Winston, it was a year before my Sealpoint Siamese, "Kid" went to the bridge. I knew I wouldn't have Kid much longer, he was 15 years old, and his health was failing, and I didn't know how I could live without him. He was my first soulmate. Kid took Winston under his wing, er.....paw, and when Kid died, at home, in his sleep, a year later, Winston did make it easier to bear, and it is and was like Kid told Winston little things, because Winston is very much like Kid was, and does some of the same little sweet things Kid did, in fact, some of it is downright eerie. I will always miss my first soul mate, but Winston helped me through that difficult time, as if he
knew how I felt.
I got Winston Ernest Noel when he was eight weeks old. He is a traditional Sealpoint Siamese, and the sweetest cat I have ever known. Winston and I share a bond that is very close, I don't go anywhere without him, as he won't eat when he's separated from me.
The first night I had him, he slept at the top of the bed, by my pillow, and still does. He also does somersaults and stays on his back till I kiss him tummy!
Not long ago, I was busy on a Saturday and as usual Winston was following me around helping. I went outside to bring clothes in and took them in the bedroom to fold. Winston cam in the bedroom and was holding his left hind leg up and wouldn't walk on it. I examined it, and it was painful.
My Vet had just left for the weekend, so I took him to the ER clinic. They x-rayed it and said it showed a shadow. The thought he had jumped off something and injured it and told me to follow up with my vet on Monday.
So Monday I took the x-rays to my vet and he viewed them. He said it was bad - it appeared to be bone cancer and looked like it had spread. We decided to go to a larger clinic, to a vet who is a friend of my vets, for further evaluation. A biopsy was performed but we had to wait for the results. Needless to say, this wait was terrible.
The report showed Fibrosarcoma, the only treatment is amputation, which does not guarantee anything. You might prolong his life a year, but this is a big, bad surgery, with a long recovery and therapy, since it would have to be removed at the socket. My Winston is 12 years old, hates going to the vet, and after much prayer and though, I decided not to put my soul mate through this.
After making my decision, both vets agreed with me, they said they have not seen good results and they would not do this to a pet of theirs.
When Winston gets painful and ill, my vet will come here to our home and give him a shot to make him drift off to sleep while I'm holding him in my arms. Then after about 10 minutes he will give the one to stop his heart. I will be with him to the end and he will know it. His prognosis in April2001 was six months.
It breaks my heart for my love, best friend, and soul mate to have this disease but I am thankful I have had him for 12 wonderful years. He has been a joy in my life.
He seems, if possible, to be growing sweeter with each day. Last night he slept wrapped around my head practically with his face in my face. All night he would touch my face with his paw, on my cheek, kips, eyes and nose. And every once in a while he would give me a little love nibble on my ears or nose. I had been in the hospital for a day and a half and I think he was overjoyed to have me home. He was purring the entire time! I didn't get much sleep, but do I care? I will treasure these things forever.
I am Me
I am just Me
I'm a little like other cats
But mostly
I am just
Me
