Spring Break isn't off to a good start. When I got home from school I could tell that ADDC was in bad shape. I rushed her to the vet and she was put to sleep.
I asked the vet after it was done if we could see inside her mouth. He showed us and it was rough. He said it looked like cancer and that operating would have been nearly impossible without sending her off to a larger hospital. We really had no choice - especially given the shape she was in today.
Now looking back I'm wondering if she always had a mouth problem. Shadow named her ADDC (A Dumb Drooling Cat) because she was pretty slobbery when she was excited. We adopted her from a reputable rescue and she had been vetted. She didn't show signs of having problems eating and drinking until recently, but something not good could have been the cause of her drooling. We all thought she was just quirky. She was also pretty wiley so we mostly just petted her when she wanted it; otherwise, you'd get scratched and she'd hide. It took me, Shaun, and Kira just to get her in a carrier the other day.
I don't know. After the vet trip the other day she seemed to be on the upswing. I am really shocked and sad that our drooly, scrappy cat didn't make it.
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