I adopted my first 10 year old baby 3 months ago at a petsmart shelter, and the employee advised me that they took her to the vet to get checked out. She had constipation issues so she had a prescribed med to deal with that, and so on. She was pretty underweight compared to how senior cats should be. She quickly became the love of the family, to the point we can't even remember our lives before her.
Three days before we took her to the vet because she was having bladder issues... and the vet told us she had liver disease among other things (yellow ears, with jaundice but barely seen unless under direct white light), dehydrated to the max, underweight, they couldn't even take a blood sample because the vein wouldn't give, and "she probably has other issues as well". At our house, compared to the shelter, she'd eat and drink so much but apparently she wasn't retaining anything.... she's suffering, and continuing to suffer. Now I'm just questioning why the first vet didn't see it, because our vet told us she'd been suffering like this for a long time... my poor baby. She seemed so happy, she'd meow and thrill, she'd follow us and just simply sit with us (she hates playing), but deep down inside her organs were shutting down.
I'm sad, I'm angry, I can't stop crying every half hour. I do not regret adopting her in the slightest nor do my family. I'm so honored to have met her. I'm going on Monday to say goodbye... I don't know how to go on from there. But I'm staying by her side until then.
Three days before we took her to the vet because she was having bladder issues... and the vet told us she had liver disease among other things (yellow ears, with jaundice but barely seen unless under direct white light), dehydrated to the max, underweight, they couldn't even take a blood sample because the vein wouldn't give, and "she probably has other issues as well". At our house, compared to the shelter, she'd eat and drink so much but apparently she wasn't retaining anything.... she's suffering, and continuing to suffer. Now I'm just questioning why the first vet didn't see it, because our vet told us she'd been suffering like this for a long time... my poor baby. She seemed so happy, she'd meow and thrill, she'd follow us and just simply sit with us (she hates playing), but deep down inside her organs were shutting down.
I'm sad, I'm angry, I can't stop crying every half hour. I do not regret adopting her in the slightest nor do my family. I'm so honored to have met her. I'm going on Monday to say goodbye... I don't know how to go on from there. But I'm staying by her side until then.