For those of you who don't know, Bean is my new kitten. He's somewhere between 5 and 6 weeks old. I got him last friday. He was a rescue and had tons of fleas when I got him. Well I flea combed most of them away, and things seemed to be going well. That was until Wednesday night. Bean was laying on my shoulder sleeping, when all the sudden he let out a kind of "help me meow" and had diareah all over. I instantly knew that something was very wrong when he tried to get up and couldn't.
This was at like 10:30 PM, so we called the emergency number for our vet and rushed him there. Guys I seriously thought that he was going to die before even getting to the vet. He was just lying on his side in the carrier, unable to get up.
When we got there, we were brought into an exam room, and as soon as they saw him, they rushed him into the back room. By this time I was already in tears, I was sure that we were loosing him.
The vet came in about 5-10 minutes later. She told us that the prognosis was very poor. His breathing was shallow, his red blood cell count was very low, even his heart rate was slow. She explained that he probably was not going to make it, she gave me the choice of euthanizing him then, or giving it an effort to save him. Of course I told her to do what they could.
She went back into the backroom again. A little while later she came back and said that he had a very high parasite load, and that the fleas he had when I got him were taking a toll on him. She told me the prognosis seemed very poor. She told me that they would put him on an IV, and gave him a blood transfusion. My boyfriend and I went home, she promised to call me if anything changed. I could barely handle it, I thought I would never see him again. It's amazing how attached you get to a pet that you've only had for a few days. I think it was especially hearbreaking because he was so young, and was just finally getting a taste of what a good life was like.
We recieved a call around 1:00 am. I was scared to answer the phone, I was sure that it would be to tell me he had passed.
But I answered. She told me that the situation was looking up. He was now able to walk, and eat and drink on his own. They would treat him for the remaining fleas and parasites. They kept him in a cage with oxygen just to help him along. I checked in on him again Thanksgiving morning, and he was still doing much better. They kept him all day Thursday, and I was able to pick him up and take him home this afternoon. He looks soo much better, much more energy. There's a twinkle in his eyes that wasnt there before. I'm just the happiest mommy in the world.
The vet bill was a kicker, over $500 for a kitten that I got for free.
When we got there, we were brought into an exam room, and as soon as they saw him, they rushed him into the back room. By this time I was already in tears, I was sure that we were loosing him.
She went back into the backroom again. A little while later she came back and said that he had a very high parasite load, and that the fleas he had when I got him were taking a toll on him. She told me the prognosis seemed very poor. She told me that they would put him on an IV, and gave him a blood transfusion. My boyfriend and I went home, she promised to call me if anything changed. I could barely handle it, I thought I would never see him again. It's amazing how attached you get to a pet that you've only had for a few days. I think it was especially hearbreaking because he was so young, and was just finally getting a taste of what a good life was like.
We recieved a call around 1:00 am. I was scared to answer the phone, I was sure that it would be to tell me he had passed.