I think the first time that I became aware that something was wrong was when I realized that Flower did not come to get me to tell me that it was time to go to bed. Thinking back I try to fill in the blanks. I suppose she stopped eating and became lethargic because the lymphoma was already attacking her intestine, making her nauseated. When we would try to administer meds to her the first week, she wouldn't take them. She hated all of that stuff. That was really hard. Administering sub-q fluids was a little easier; she didn't fight as much. But she still didn't like it, and I felt like it was a last resort type of effort. The doctor's at VCA felt like she was having complications with FIV and that was causing her sickness. We should have started then looking for problems associated with FIV, but they wouldn't give me any treatment options for her.
Flower would always come to get me at night to tell me that it was time for bed. In fact that helped me get to bed at the right time so that I could get a good night's sleep. She would come over to my desk, where I was usually studying, and put her paws up on my leg and meow. She was pretty persistent about it if I didn't get up right away. Then she would kind of follow me around while I got ready for bed; she would go with me into the kitchen or sit outside the bathroom while I brushed my teeth. Often I would put her on my bed, but if I didn't stay in my room with her, she would get up and follow me again. Sometimes at night I still expect to find her waiting for me.
