So...where to start, well I'll do it right away by getting a weight off my chest.
Unfortunately Nuvolino has passed away.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/brief-of-my-of-121296113
Those who follow the chat know everything, I did everything for him, I couldn't have done better. I found and collected Nuvolino from the street, I created and supported, together with a volunteer friend, a fundraising campaign for the surgery, for which Nuvolino lived for more months in which he was happy for the first time after so many years of suffering on the streets. Nuvolino, according to the doctor, was 15 years old... he didn't look it.
He was full of life, joyful, hungry, strong.
But unfortunately the squamous cell carcinoma was too advanced and despite the laser and the therapies his mouth got worse, and therefore he could no longer eat. He couldn't do it anymore. He had become all bone. I was close to him for the last 10 days, at my friend's house every day to hydrate him by giving him water with a syringe but he refused to let me touch his mouth, even though he was very sweet and let me do everything he suffered too much. So... after 10 days in which I also tried to give him an opiate-based painkiller that unfortunately he rejected (because his stomach was closed and he could no longer swallow anything) we called for euthanasia. I will abstain from my opinion because knowing full well that it was necessary I cannot accept it, I cannot accept putting a living creature to sleep, who purrs at me until the last moment and has no say in the matter. There were 4 of us deciding, I abstained and so it was. I stayed outside the clinic, I didn't want to see anything. I said goodbye to him trying to give him the painkiller hoping that the opium would put him to sleep and relax him to the point of making him die in his sleep... but it wasn't possible because he couldn't swallow it.
Guys, I did everything I could and I felt terrible, I still feel terrible, I feel frustrated for not being able to make him live until a natural death.
I just hope that he was happy in the last few months and that he will forgive us. I know it was a gesture of compassion, I know we put an end to his suffering, I'll just say that I didn't refuse but I hoped until the end for a natural death. The doctor then prescribed us the medicine too late, because I had been asking for it for two weeks, but it is very difficult to get opiates at the pharmacy, you have to book them with a very special request. So...well, money and time wasted. It was too late, if it was up to me I would have given it to him much earlier and at least he would have saved himself 10 days of pain and hunger. My poor little one. I hope his soul is somewhere and rests in peace.
That said, the next update, in a few minutes, will be more cheerful.
I worked on a project that I promised you and every evening this month, very nice. It's also very hot here, there is tremendous humidity...
Now everyone go and give a cuddle or a kiss to your pet, because I'm doing it with mine, and I'll see you in the next post.
V.