My poor little Tiger passed yesterday and my heart is broken, he was only 11 months old and didn’t have the change of a long happy life. He was born in our yard sometime in April of last year with two siblings to a feral cat. His siblings were all black and his mother is all gray. My little boy was a tiger marked kitten. I brought him inside when he was about 5-6 weeks old. He was a very lovable kitten from the start. I don’t want to bring religion into this post but I have to say this little guy, who I called “my little man” had a very, very special place in my heart. I lost my youngest son in 2019 and am still grieving for him which will never stop. Before he passed he had a tiger cat who he loved and after he passed his girlfriend had given Tiger away before I had a chance to take her. So when my Tiger was born I knew my son sent him to me. But now he’s gone and my grief for him begins. The doctors think his issues began because he was the runt in the litter, his siblings, who I also brought inside are much larger than him. up until 3 weeks ago he was so active, so loving, so happy and then it seemed so sudden he started losing his appetite and not being as active. Long story, I had taken him to the local vet, they thought his issues were bladder stones and a urinary infection...put him on antibiotic, gave fluids etc...he wasnt getting better. On Saturday I brought him to an ER vet, they kept him over night and told me he probably would have passed if I had taken him there. But the next day they called and said he needs more tests etc and said I need to bring him to a Critical Care hospital. We took him there and they wanted to keep him there for several days for tests etc. unfortunately I received a call from the critical care unit saying he started to have seizures and they had to sedate him to get them to stop. They told me because he was the runt of the litter he could have neurological issues with his brain not being fully developed and causing other issues in his body. They were able to do an ultrasound and saw he had a liver strunt, I’m not sure if I spelled that correctl. Even if they were able to operate it would be a difficult surgery and if he pulled through he could still get seizures. He was in a good condition to go under anesthesia . They told me I could go there and see him, my daughter went with me. I think they advised me to go there because his condition was severe. I had to decide to make the decision to have them put him to sleep or not. i could see how much he was suffering so he’s gone now.
My heart is broken....I don’t have to explain how I feel, those who have lost their beloved pets know the hurt. I keep remembering how active and loving he was....this is so hard to deal with, I can’t stop my crying....
May they all be at peace...
My heart is broken....I don’t have to explain how I feel, those who have lost their beloved pets know the hurt. I keep remembering how active and loving he was....this is so hard to deal with, I can’t stop my crying....
May they all be at peace...
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