This was a bit of a surprise. Queenie has never been a regular eater and being so nervous, she would stop eating for the slightest thing – for example if she is being looked at in an odd way or if she has the wrong bowl.
She stopped eating when Charlie died and we thought that she was missing Charlie. We tried to entice her with different food and she ate the canned food so we thought it was perhaps her teeth. We went to the vet and the vet found a very large tumour which had spread and was concerned that the tumour may burst which would be painful. So we made the difficult decision to get her put to sleep there and then. The alternative was to bring her home and risk the tumour rupturing. She was very peaceful at the vet and it seemed kindest to do it then than to give her additional stress – and we would be thinking of ourselves and not what was best for her.
Queenie was a link to the past – here she is with Tinkerbelle, Petal, Henry – Sam and I’m not sure who else. Daisy might be there as she would have been young when we got Queenie so she may be behind me.
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