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May 6, 2017 - The life of Simcoe

Rounding out over ten years of a wonderful life, and over five years of treatment for Chronic Renal Failure (CRF), Simcoe passed away on April 9th.

I picked up tiny baby Simcoe on a snowy night in January of 2007. The litter of kittens she came from had two girls, and I picked the one I saw first. Her whiskers were a bit mangled due to some rough play with a sibling but she was the one who was least skittish in the crew if naturally skittish Siamese. And she was so small! Her introduction to Caligula was tense at first but within just a couple days he grew accustomed to her.

Simcoe was named after a hop. I was really into local breweries and homebrew in the mid 2000s, even having grown nugget hops in our back yard in Pennsylvania. The hop was distinctive and I enjoyed it, and the name was great. Though it did cause a lot of people to mix up her gender over the years since the name was not obviously gendered.

As a kitten, she was a bit of a terror. Climbing so many places where she shouldn't be, taking her claws to a pair of speakers and some furniture. She also loved attacking toilet paper, which I eventually trained her out of. She never quite settled down like Caligula did into full adult cat mode, but she did calm out of her kitten phase eventually after she learned some rules and would at least abide by them while we were watching. She also stopped the furious little kitten destruction-of-things and as an adult was quite kind and careful.

Simcoe was with me through a divorce and total up-ending of my life as I left the Philadelphia area where I spent much of my 20s and moved to San Francisco. When I moved to San Francisco in 2010 there were months of unpacking as I struggled to juggle work and my new life out west. During this time she developed a habit of hopping on top of one of the larger boxes when MJ came home so he could pet her. I was thrilled with how quickly they bonded. She also took to city life quickly, and the beautiful weather we often enjoy here in northern California.


"Helping" me pack for the move to California

She was a bouncy kitty whose boundless affection touched everyone who spent much time with her. She was playful and funny, making for endless photos of her escapades I could share. There were mornings when I'd wake up with cat toys in the bed, a clear indication that it was time to play with her whenever I decided to get myself out of bed. She also spent a lot of time snuggling Caligula, following him around to figure out where he was sleeping so she could join him, and had a funny habit of trying to nurse from him. I tried to capture much of this this post, which I wrote the day after she passed away.

On November 22nd of 2011 our Simcoe turned five years old. She'd always been a small cat, but in the weeks following her birthday we realized she had lost a considerable amount of weight. We brought her in to the vet on December 10th and learned that she had dropped from about ten pounds to just over six. I wrote about that first week of learning she was sick here, but suffice to say we learned that she had CRF, an incurable condition that we could treat, but was ultimately fatal. It was devastating. I cried a lot during the 72 hours they worked to get her stable at the vet through constant fluids and a watchful eye.

After a few days, she came home to us. The next several weeks were spent learning how to care for her. Thankfully MJ had experience giving cats subcutaneous (SubQ) fluids, as it seemed so daunting when the vet explained that we had to put a needle under the skin of her neck to administer fluids. We even brought her up to a veterinary hospital over an hour north of San Francisco to visit a feline kidney transplant doctor. We also completed various preliminary tests to see if she was a good candidate for transplant. Ultimately after discussion with all the vets involved, we all decided to hold off on the transplant because we wanted to try management of her condition once her values evened out at the end of December, showing that she was in the early stages of the disease.

While doing all these tests related to the disease and transplant eligibility, we also learned that she had an infected tooth that was causing trouble. In mid-January we took the calculated risk of having her put under to get the tooth taken care of. The infection was considerably worse than they thought, so the procedure took longer and there was a dip in blood pressure they had to control, but over all she was ok. By February we were getting into the swing of things care-wise. In April we had to make our first trip where we'd leave our newly diagnosed kitty in the care of a pet sitter who came to the house daily, but we found one and it worked out fine. We continued to use the same pet sitter over the next five years. Her weight bounced back, gaining steadily throughout 2012 and bringing her back up to a healthy 9.5 by the end of the year where she remained while she was doing well.

Plus, she was an awesome cat! And we spent a lot of time together since I work from home.

Check-ups every three months over the next few years became the norm. I wrote about them each time, finding the tracking and writing to be therapeutic and always hoped that sharing our journey would be helpful to others. The full listing, for reading in detail about her progression:

We decided in the course of this to discontinue our plans for a renal transplant. The vet up north had retired and his practice ceased doing the procedure. We also learned that there hadn't been any major improvements in the procedure in the years that had elapsed since her diagnosis, it was still expensive and risky, with a high level of care required after the transplant, which I thought we might struggle with.

She was responding incredibly well to treatment, in addition to a healthy weight, her BUN and Creatinine levels stayed reasonable for her condition. We adjusted some additional supplements, changed up her food from time to time as it made sense to tend to her treatment. Her and Caligula did end up swapping colds over the years, but after seeing the vet a few times for it they said it was just the way some pairs of cats are with these things, and aside from sniffles and sneezing, it didn't seem to make much of an impact on their general well-being.


Box of fluids, IV sets and needles

In 2014 she became immortalized in a software project I work on. With the Xubuntu 14.04 release the login greeter garnered the ability to have a personalized picture next to your login name. The team flipped through some options for the default picture in the installer, and decided upon the striking image of beautiful Simcoe.

This wasn't the full extent of her internet fame though. I shared pictures of her all the time on social media, so everyone who knew me, knew my cat. It did make me a bit of a cat lady, but that's totally fair, it's tricky to pull my identity away from my beloved critters.

Alas, CRF is a disease that progresses, and late 2015 is when things started shifting. First her weight began to drop. Then she started breaking out with sores around her eyes and nose, which were first treated, probably unsuccessfully, with antibiotics. Then, after a large sore on the base of the underside of her tail developed along with the other sores we took her to a dermatologist. We learned that she had allergies which were causing the breakouts. The doctor didn't believe it was related to the CRF directly, but did say that her weakened immune system could be making it so that the sores resulting from the breakouts failed to heal quickly, risking infection. A small dose of daily anti-allergy medication cleared it up nicely and there were no further incidents. Her health was declining though.

Through 2016 her BUN and Creatinine levels continued to rise and her weight drop. Her damaged kidneys were incredibly small and it surprised the vet that they were functioning at all. We increased her SubQ fluids to 100 ml daily. She was put on a couple more medications to manage her calcium levels and other things that had started getting out of whack with the progression of the disease. In general, she was still acting fine though, in spite of the stage four renal failure diagnosis she ended up with last year. Everyone was surprised at how well she was handling it.

She did develop severe constipation though, which caused her visible distress and made it so she'd sometimes find a more comfortable place than her litter box to do her number two business, often our bed. In addition to covering the bed more aggressively, this led us to various attempts to give her more fiber, with varying success throughout the year. Mixing fiber-for-humans in with wet food, giving her some mixed with water directly. At the end of the year we decided the positives outweighed the negatives and switched her to a daily medication which helped ease the constipation, but while safe, wasn't quite optimal for a CRF cat, though it did start to relieve the constipation.

By the end of 2016 her weight had dropped below eight pounds and our concern was growing. She then rapidly dropped below seven pounds over the first couple months of 2017, and in March her energy took an unexpected dip. She wasn't as playful, slept more, and when she was awake she would often rest in a somewhat hunched position. Her meowing got more frequent, especially at night, and came to my lap to snuggle much more frequently than normal. Her appetite had decreased a lot as well.

With her steady decline we looked into transplants again, somewhat out of desperation and desire not to lose her. I went as far as having a call with UPenn's feline renal transplant department and talking to our local vet about preparatory and follow up care here. But she was really not doing well, the trip across the country for the transplant, in spite of having a place there where she could begin recovery, would have been challenging. Life post-surgery would have also been difficult for all of us, two anti-rejection medications per day, need to stay away from infections since her immune system would be compromised. We made the heartbreaking decision not to move forward with the transplant.


Skinny Simcoe toward the end on a heated blanket with Caligula

The week of April 3rd showed further behavior changes. Her breathing was sometimes labored and scratchy as it seems like she was going through another bout of respiratory issues. She was climbing to unusual places, and being excessively heat-seeking. I'd find her on top of the toaster oven, sitting on our computer equipment. She had also almost completely stopped eating. We could get her to eat a little cold cut turkey (her favorite!) but even that she lost interest in quickly, and vomited much of it up.

On April 7th Simcoe had a urine accident in our bed, which had never happened before. She was clearly distressed by the situation and paired with her general lethargy and change in behavior over the preceding weeks made us decide it was time to let her go. We made an appointment with an in-house vet Sunday morning. Early Saturday morning I found her on top of our computer rack in my office, when I picked her up she was soaked with urine, seemingly had an accident again and yet didn't move from where she was. She barely fought me when I cleaned her up in the bathtub.

We spent the rest of the day with her. Playing with her favorite toys (string! seagull!) and cat tents, she even took a few bites of cold cut turkey. Saturday night MJ and I took shifts to stay up all night with her. He stayed up until the early morning, waking me up around 5AM so I could spend some final hours with her. She spent much of those final hours sleeping on me, or near me on a heated blanket with Caligula. In the late morning before the vet showed up she perked up and played a bit. I immediately thought we were making a mistake in having her put to sleep, but all the other evidence of her decline outweighed that final playtime.

The vet arrived on time and walked us through the procedure. He was super compassionate and friendly, and remarked at how beautiful she looked. Indeed, many cats are unable to groom themselves effectively when they get to where she was, but she'd always been a super groomer, so she was beautiful even at the end. MJ held her as we sat together on the couch as he administered the shots and we felt her slip away there as we petted her. We brought Caligula over so he could say goodbye, though he didn't seem to understand. The vet took her away in a little basket and she just looked like she was sleeping. He took care of the cremation details and explained that her ashes would be returned to us in a couple weeks.

It's now been almost four weeks since her passing, and this is still incredibly painful to write. Losing her has been one of those really hard losses. We have her ashes back now, in a beautiful lotus urn. We haven't yet had the discussion of where to spread them, but I've kept it in my thoughts should inspiration arise.

These past few weeks I've realized how much we'd adjusted our lives to handle her care. She had a history of vomiting, so we'd been diligent about covering the bed with a waterproof cover as soon as we got up in the morning, and were careful not to leave out papers she could potentially get sick on. Laptops had to remain closed so she wouldn't sit on the keyboards. There was also the daily care. Every night we made time to give her medication and SubQ fluids. And all the vet visits, at least quarterly. The pet sitter who had to be familiar with administration of SubQ and medications.

But we'd do it all again without a second thought. It was worth it to have her part of our lives for so many wonderful years. It seems like a daunting amount of work, but it really just becomes routine and not too scary.

I learned soon after her diagnosis that many vets don't work with owners to recommend treatment and instead recommend euthanasia upon diagnosis. I would never judge those vets or owners who choose that path, it is some work and expense, but I want people to know there's another way. Simcoe was diagnosed when she was just five years old, and she had another good five years in her beyond her diagnosis. There are great websites, communities and vets who can help CRF cats who are otherwise in good health, especially if they're on the younger side.

Throughout the disease we kept personal records of her weight and important levels, graphing and sharing them with each blog post:







I've put a copy of the spreadsheet with exact levels up here, the BUN and CRE tabs include what the normal values are from the lab (these vary between labs).

We're super thankful for the staff of both All Pets Hospital, particularly Dr. Barr and Dr. Gillespie who showed so much love and care for her early in her condition. Then as her condition worsened the welcoming staff at VCA San Francisco Veterinary Specialists and Dr. Maretzki who walked us through the end stages with us, changing up her medication regularly and helping us determine the next steps throughout. Our pet-sitter Elaine was also wonderful through all our travel as she went to great lengths to make sure Simcoe got all her medications, and who was also able to take away and donate foods that Simcoe wouldn't eat throughout her pickier phases.

And much gratitude to friends who understand how painful this has been for me.

The following are some resources we consulted and used throughout her condition:

Tanya's Comprehensive Guide to Feline Chronic Renal Failure Disease

This website is a treasure trove of information that we consulted on a regular basis throughout her CRF life. They talk about treatment for various symptoms that can crop up, preferred medications for CRF cats, shared stories and gave a lot of information about what you could expect in various situations. The site also included a whole chart of over the counter foods that contained tolerable nutrient balance for a CRF cat in case your cat won't accept the prescribed renal-specific diet or you were seeking to supplement it. I would often print out sections of these charts to bring to the pet store, but the site author just published a hard copy of the US foods, which I would have bought if it had been available when I was using it. Food-wise we got lucky that Simcoe mostly ate the K/D prescription diet from Hills, but for a while we were adding in some OTC wet food to further increase the amount of liquids she was getting.

Feline Chronic Renal Failure Information Center

This is the first CRF website I found, and while Tanya's is far more comprehensive, this one was a little less overwhelming as I started out learning about things.

Mailing lists/Yahoo! groups: Chronic Renal Failure Cats and Feline Assisted Feeding

I used these for reference and posted a few times, always receiving kind and thoughtful replies. However I could never could keep up with the volume of emails. Part of that was it was so sad to read about the struggles people were posting about, and I feared where eventually inevitable for us, and the crushing pain when people would post about the death of their cat. So I mostly let the emails pile up and used these when I needed to.

Finally, more photos of Simcoe can be found in this album.

We love you and miss you, Simcoe. Caligula sends his snuggly love too.

April 10, 2017 - Simcoe loved

Yesterday we had to let go of our precious Simcoe. She was almost ten and a half years old, and has spent the past five and a half years undergoing treatment for her Chronic Renal Failure (CRF).

I'll be doing a final medical post that has details about her care over the years and how her levels looked as the disease progressed, but these very painful past twenty-four hours have reminded me of so many of the things our little kitty loved and made her the sweet, loving, fun critter she was. So this post is just a simple one.

Simcoe loved her seagull on a stick, I had to covertly buy an identical one when her old one broke

Simcoe loved being a country cat, hunting bugs and watching chipmunks at the house in Pennsylvania

Simcoe loved being a city cat, staring down at cars and people from the high rise window sill in San Francisco

Simcoe loved little cat tents and houses

Simcoe loved sitting on our laps

Simcoe loved cold cut turkey

Simcoe loved bringing toys on to the bed so we would play with her

Simcoe loved snuggling Caligula

Simcoe loved being inside boxes

Simcoe loved sitting in the sun

Simcoe loved pop corn

Simcoe loved sitting on books and magazines I was trying to read

Simcoe loved string

Simcoe loved having a perfectly groomed coat of fur

Simcoe loved sitting on suitcases

Simcoe loved her Millennium Falcon on a stick

Simcoe loved climbing on top of boxes

Simcoe loved paper bags

Simcoe loved talking

Simcoe loved sleeping on our warm laptops if we left them open

Simcoe loved living, which made this all so much harder

Simcoe loved us, and we loved her so very much

November 15, 2014 - Simcoe in the Xubuntu installer

Back in April, the 14.04 version of the Xubuntu operating system came out featuring a new installation slide highlighting personalization options for the system - and the photo used in the installer was our very own Simcoe!

This is from the latest version, 14.10, which continues to feature her beautiful, whiskered face:

Simcoe in Xubuntu installer

With all the stress of CRF, I'm so happy to see our little one immortalized in this way.

July 15, 2014 - CRF Update

It's been a couple years since the last update! I'm happy to say that Simcoe continues to do well on the same treatment as she had 2 years ago!

She still goes in to the vet for a full blood panel ever 3-6 months which I've started tracking in a spreadsheet so I can export some nifty looking graphs:

Weight


CRE


BUN


She still doesn't enjoy going to the vet though...

For more details of her project, I've been tracking her vet visits in a series of blog posts:

August 19, 2012 - Chronic Renal Failure

Back in December of 2011 I noticed that Simcoe had lost the pouch of belly fat she used to have and we decided to take her to the vet to see what was causing the weight loss.

"At the vet visit on Saturday we learned that she had dropped from 9.09lbs in January to just 6.06lbs. Her temperature was low, she was dehydrated and a physical exam caused the doctor to be concerned about her kidneys. They ordered a full blood panel and urine analysis for her."

After a tense weekend where I learned just how series a kidney (renal) diagnosis was, we had the results: severe kidney disease and a prognosis of a few months to a couple of years to live. Severe kidney disease is incurable.

We were devastated, and quickly moved forward with the recommended 72 hour diuretic treatment.

Simcoe at vet

Full blog post about her diagnosis (where the quote above comes from) here: Simcoe has Kidney Disease

Over the next couple months Simcoe had several vet visits, we moved forward with some dental cleaning she needed and even went to Santa Rosa to meet with to a doctor who helped pioneer kidney transplants in cats.

Fortunately, Simcoe has responded very well to treatment so far, getting 150ml of subcutaneous fluids every other day, and small dozes of Pepcid AC and fish oils daily. It's now been 9 months since her diagnosis and she's back to her former weight and largely acts the way she did prior to diagnosis.

Simcoe

I've been keeping careful track of her progress, so there are several posts about it now:

Both felinecrf.com and felinecrf.org have been essential to this journey. I'm also subscribed to the Feline CRF Support list which has an overwhelming number of supportive subscribers.

In all it's been quite a ride, and we've had to adjust portions of our life to accommodate her condition, more carefully planning time away with attention paid to her fluids schedule, and we've had to get an experienced pet sitter who is comfortable with giving pills and fluids when we are out of town for more than a couple days. We've also had to start going to multiple stores to satisfy her food needs, she's on hard food from the vet, but we've been trying and switching between many different phosphorus soft foods. It's all worth it though.

April 12, 2010 - Moves

Where has Simcoe been these past few years?

Before any moves, there are some photos on my blog from 2008, here: Cat Pictures, August 30th 2008.

The moves began in 2008, when the cats and I moved to Kenilworth, Pennsylvania!

Check out more photos of her and her brother in Kenilworth over on my blog: Kitty Pictures, October 8, 2009.



Then was the big move, she helped me pack, sort of...

And then they flew out with me to San Francisco, California to live with my new boyfriend MJ.

Her and Caligula are settling in nicely and enjoying the sunny California weather.

Simcoe enjoys the sun too!

At 3 years old she's got a clean bill of health and still quite the superactive kitty she was as a kitten!

April 30, 2007 - Spring Kitten!

April 20, 2007 - Growing up!

Simcoe
Her favorite toy is a yellow fluffy ball, which she has in her mouth heading for my desk to interrupt me while I'm trying to work!

Simcoe
Simcoe and Caligula on a (yep, that's a cord) electric blanket! Spoiled critters.

Simcoe
Simcoe loves the fireplace

Simcoe
Mugshot!

And yes, as others said over on Michael's blog, she changed colors. Apparently Siamese do that until they're adults.

She's still evil, but it's so hard for me to say that right now because she's snuggled on my lap at the moment. So cute.

February 24, 2007 - Troublemaker

Simcoe is a delight to play with and she is so cute when she's sleeping.

But she's also quite the kitten monster.

She destroyed Michael's speakers (which would have been a real bad thing if we weren't intending to replace them in the near future anyway)

On my monitor (you are not one of my toys!)

Just plain causing trouble in my office (perhaps needless to say, the cats are locked out during most of my working day)

On my lamp!

And now she's all snuggled on my lap while I type this, giving me that "I'm cute, please don't tell the world I'm a monster" look. Very sneaky!

Honestly I love this little kitten, but I won't be sad when we finish training her and she turns into a more calm adult. I do like cats more than kittens.

January 22, 2007 - More cute

Just a couple more pictures that were too adorable not to share...


So cute!

I was trying to get some work done on my computer... while covered in kittes!

January 20, 2007 - Day 2

Simcoe woke us up, scratching at the door to get out of her room. There was little sleep to be had after that! Her and Caligula chased each other around the house for part of the morning, more hissing and growling, plenty of nasty meows coming from both of them.

Simcoe had a vet appointment at 11:20AM, where we learned that the poor little kitty had a cold - oh no! But not to worry, cat colds are nothing serious when treated, she's on antibiotics for three weeks and we're waiting a couple more weeks before she gets her first shots.

As cats do, they spent plenty of time sleeping in their given spots in the house. We tried to spend as much time with Simcoe as Caligula so he wouldn't feel slighted by her.

Around 7PM we had some friends over. Caligula was his friendly self and Simcoe even came out to visit with people too!

As the evening wore on there was still some chasing each other around and working out dominance things, but gradually the cats started to tolerate each other. Late in the evening they were relaxing on the couch and Simcoe walked over to Caligula's pillow and camped out next to him:

So cute!

For more pictures of the weekend check out the gallery page for it: Simcoe's first weekend home, January 19-21, 2007

January 19 , 2007 - Simcoe comes home!

Tonight I drove up to Allentown to pick up Simcoe.

The woman who breeds them was very nice and lived in a nice house. She breeds the Siamese "for fun" (they don't have papers) and Cairn Terriers as show dogs, she introduced me to her grand champion male Cairn Terrier - he was a delight!

Out of the two litters there only ended up being two females. We spent about 10 minutes chasing the kitties around the room before we caught the girls, one of which I fell in love with almost immediately. That's my Simcoe!

Once we arrived home we introduced her to her brother Caligula, we capture a video of their first encounter: Click here to go to Google Video to watch - Caligula got a bit puffy and hissed at the kitten, but their first encounter was a gentle one.

Throughout the evening there was much hissing and growling, and when we retired to bed we put Simcoe in our TV room with her own food and litter box.