08/28/2025
I was told today is ... And regrettably, Vern decided last night that he had to be there to see the celebrations for himself. This is one of my favorite photos of him.
Vern came into my care in January as an elderly cat with fur falling out and unhealing ear edges. He had previously been treated for mange as a colony cat but somehow looked worse after recovery. It turned out he was FIV+, had hypothyroidism, entropion, missing a toe and with squamous cell carcinoma on his ears, top of his head, nose, and even his trouble puffs. His right ear was decimated by the cancer and deemed inoperable... In spite of this he was the sweetest, stinkiest boy.
We felt Vern deserved a good retirement, a comfortable end of life with lots of treats and cuddles. Others agreed, and made it financially possible for us to care for a complicated case like him. He saw an oncologist, he started chemo, he had so many tasty wet foods, treats, and enough Churu to make medication time a joyous experience for him. In the last month his disease was visibly progressing, but his spirit said not yet, just a little bit more of this good life. On Sunday, he took a peek at the bridge but once more said no, I'm not ready yet and came back, beckoned by the smell of a grilled cheese sandwich.
He saw his oncologist Monday, and they said he was very Vern. Much the same, but we would be stopping chemotherapy as it was no longer stopping the disease progression and we would move to strict comfort care. Monday and Tuesday he had his fill of all his favorite things, including stompy little biscuits made on soft blankets. Wednesday he had his full buffet of foods offered, but declined his Churu after. He was tucked into bed, wearing his sweater for warmth and with a heat disc nearby. He was showered with praise and love. He later moved to one of his favorite resting places in a donut bed by the back sliding glass door and went to sleep... This time to complete his journey to the bridge.