Can't help myself I guess, edited poem
GOLDEN GIRL
Cleo, stunning and engagingRavaged by cancer in 6 weeks Fast growing tumor behind nasal passagesPressing into her ear nose, later her eyesCleo's will was strong but cancer’s more powerful Possessive to a fault She owned me, not me, her Cleo was mistress of my home Very frustrating when she would not permit other females besides her mother in our domicile What will we do without her?Beautiful till the end Golden silky hair became unkemptWeight falling from her frail body like autumn leaves Left with no choice Hope gone, my heart bereftWant to hold on to her purrs and love Her head pushing against my body Her rough tongue licking my hand, as I'd pet her Unable to purr and eat, the tumor grew fast blocking the way Vets claimed 50 - 50 chance, said they could remove, after one already tried, Not sure if they wanted to help save her or wanted the young interns to learn Lessons learned too lateCan't hold back fateNever listen to vets when your gut dictates a different routeGive a few more peaceful days, not surgery trauma Hours of anesthesia wrecked an already starving soul striving to survive I regret not continuing using subcutaneous water Combined with finger feeding baby food Instead doctors installed a feeding tube Made her gag even worse than before Doctors almost convinced me her tiny shrinking body could handle radiation fine Sure glad I didn't listen, only wish I hadn’tlet them put her small shrinking body through surgical traumaCan’t forgive myself, made her suffering worse Let interns learn and experiment, whenIn the end, everything they did at AMC made it worse, Kinda like our governmentLetting go of Cleo was the hardest thing I've ever done. There will never be another CleoKnowing Cleo’s out of misery is no consolation Miss her love, her energy, her beauty, her excitation Flame point Siamese with deep blue eyes; visualize her exotic look, Feel her strange personalityCat fanciers classify Flame point Siamese as “Exotic”Even though Cleo clearly is pure Siamese, through and through
Brushing Cleo’s fur made her purr loudly Helped reduce cat hair in environmentLay awake, want to feel her body press against mineWant to stare into her eyes, Cleo lying on her back staring backStretching her small slim body, her limbs against mine Urging me to stroke her and moving to let me know wherePurrs so loud I wondered how she did itGone forever, she lives on in my heart, Try to cope with loss, and remember Visualize Cleowith her mother, Starr, and bossy Sphinx DavieStarr screaming for Cleo Inseparable in life All of us bereft, confused Miss her warmth Cleo, gone. Life cut short, 9 years’ soul Mercy, mercy, please...
Cleo would have been 9 years old December 27th. I was forced to put her down as the tumor pressed on the back of her throat and no food or water could pass. It was growing fast and had already grown into her ear and infected it. Then it spread behind her left eye.
First The Humane Society had seen her and thought it was an ear infection. Then when I brought her back they thought it was a cold. When I reported that the back of her throat was completely closed, they sedated her and tried to reach the tumor thinking it was a polyp and they reported it was too deep and they could not reach it. I should have listened to my gut when my urge was to take her home and let her rest giving her fluids subcutaneously, and baby food and nutriment on my finger. Instead on the advice of doctors who suggested she see specialists at the Animal Medical Center, I took her there for a consult. They said they thought they could get the polyp and that there was a good chance it was not cancer and that they would insert a feeding tube. I thought the feeding tube would be in the stomach but it was placed in her throat which only aggravated her gagging reflex. After a couple of hours of anesthesia and experimental work, they saw they could do nothing and from only looking doctors were able to report it was a very fast growing cancer. When she came home she was much worse for all the trauma. I would have had to put down anyway but she would have had a few days in peace with her mother, pictured below next to her.
The tumor grew very fast and was invading every organ in every part of her head.
God Bless Cleo! May she rest in peace and may the next birth be blessed.
Cleo, stunning and engagingRavaged by cancer in 6 weeks Fast growing tumor behind nasal passagesPressing into her ear nose, later her eyesCleo's will was strong but cancer’s more powerful Possessive to a fault She owned me, not me, her Cleo was mistress of my home Very frustrating when she would not permit other females besides her mother in our domicile What will we do without her?Beautiful till the end Golden silky hair became unkemptWeight falling from her frail body like autumn leaves Left with no choice Hope gone, my heart bereftWant to hold on to her purrs and love Her head pushing against my body Her rough tongue licking my hand, as I'd pet her Unable to purr and eat, the tumor grew fast blocking the way Vets claimed 50 - 50 chance, said they could remove, after one already tried, Not sure if they wanted to help save her or wanted the young interns to learn Lessons learned too lateCan't hold back fateNever listen to vets when your gut dictates a different routeGive a few more peaceful days, not surgery trauma Hours of anesthesia wrecked an already starving soul striving to survive I regret not continuing using subcutaneous water Combined with finger feeding baby food Instead doctors installed a feeding tube Made her gag even worse than before Doctors almost convinced me her tiny shrinking body could handle radiation fine Sure glad I didn't listen, only wish I hadn’tlet them put her small shrinking body through surgical traumaCan’t forgive myself, made her suffering worse Let interns learn and experiment, whenIn the end, everything they did at AMC made it worse, Kinda like our governmentLetting go of Cleo was the hardest thing I've ever done. There will never be another CleoKnowing Cleo’s out of misery is no consolation Miss her love, her energy, her beauty, her excitation Flame point Siamese with deep blue eyes; visualize her exotic look, Feel her strange personalityCat fanciers classify Flame point Siamese as “Exotic”Even though Cleo clearly is pure Siamese, through and through
Brushing Cleo’s fur made her purr loudly Helped reduce cat hair in environmentLay awake, want to feel her body press against mineWant to stare into her eyes, Cleo lying on her back staring backStretching her small slim body, her limbs against mine Urging me to stroke her and moving to let me know wherePurrs so loud I wondered how she did itGone forever, she lives on in my heart, Try to cope with loss, and remember Visualize Cleowith her mother, Starr, and bossy Sphinx DavieStarr screaming for Cleo Inseparable in life All of us bereft, confused Miss her warmth Cleo, gone. Life cut short, 9 years’ soul Mercy, mercy, please...
Cleo would have been 9 years old December 27th. I was forced to put her down as the tumor pressed on the back of her throat and no food or water could pass. It was growing fast and had already grown into her ear and infected it. Then it spread behind her left eye.
First The Humane Society had seen her and thought it was an ear infection. Then when I brought her back they thought it was a cold. When I reported that the back of her throat was completely closed, they sedated her and tried to reach the tumor thinking it was a polyp and they reported it was too deep and they could not reach it. I should have listened to my gut when my urge was to take her home and let her rest giving her fluids subcutaneously, and baby food and nutriment on my finger. Instead on the advice of doctors who suggested she see specialists at the Animal Medical Center, I took her there for a consult. They said they thought they could get the polyp and that there was a good chance it was not cancer and that they would insert a feeding tube. I thought the feeding tube would be in the stomach but it was placed in her throat which only aggravated her gagging reflex. After a couple of hours of anesthesia and experimental work, they saw they could do nothing and from only looking doctors were able to report it was a very fast growing cancer. When she came home she was much worse for all the trauma. I would have had to put down anyway but she would have had a few days in peace with her mother, pictured below next to her.
The tumor grew very fast and was invading every organ in every part of her head.
God Bless Cleo! May she rest in peace and may the next birth be blessed.
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