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Hello everyone, I wanted to write this thread both for my soul’s sake and for informing others as this was my first pet ever...
Raiden was a male cat, mostly white with some light brown sticks here and there. He approached me one random day whilst returning home and I was very curious of that fact since most stray cats i ever encountered would either hide or flee. I never owned a pet and i always wanted a dog since my youngster years, however after having him following me i decided to take him at my place.
Long story sort, i adopted him, took him to the vet, he said he was about 7-8 months old, we made any necessary injections and took any important pills. Needless to say after a couple of months we sterilized him. At that time I was told that its ideal to feed him specific sterilized food and thus I did most of the time.
Two years down the line I wanted to go erasmus and after that I went to the military to serve for my country. I left Raiden with my mom and dad but they dont want pets in the house thus he used to stay on the second floor which is like a storage/gym floor. During the summer we would take him to the touristic shop where he wiuld wander around, greet the customers and generally bee friendly af but during the winter he would spend most of his time at the second floor and my parents- mostly my dad- would visit him couple hours a day to eat and workout with him. I am in the army the past 5-6 months, I only saw him few times on my days off.
Three days ago my dad called me telling me that he is in a bad state and they took him to the vet, he said that he propably has a urine blockage and thus he has to do a minor surgery but he might not wake up. It turns out the surgery went well and he did wake up.
The vet said that he should only eat a specific type of food but it turns iut after leaving Raiden with my parents I didnt give much emphasis on his diet thus my father fed him pretty much whatever. He would also hunt birds and insects to eat now and then.
The next three days after the surgery had him pretty much like a zombie, trying to pee and vomitting. My father was tryimg to feed him water and him the right medicine but he wouldnt eat, wouldnt drink, and seemed exhausted. Based on vet’s overview he would be able to recover but after vomiting blood at some point he admitted that he was far gone.
My dad called me yest to give me the bad news and I cry ever since. I feel like a fool for not treating him with the right food- I dont know if non of these would happen, but he was a very lovely cat, many ppl were saying he had a soul of a dog trapped in a cat’s body and many ppl who despised cat changed their minds after meeting Raiden, he ment no harm ever and i feel very bad for losing him in such a young range. Why should any of us deserve to live and have this poor pure soul go...
I also feel sad because after going to the army which is mentatory in my country he was never inside the same home with me like he used to be two years since i found him. He was upstairs like an outcast and I asking u if I should have release him- give him or something. I havent seen him for a month now and its devastating that Ill never will. I love the race of cats and I want to give them all my love but for now after having raiden gone I dont know if i deserve to adopt or ever raise another cat.
I am glad u reached that far, please let me know in which occassion I was a fool or naive and if anything could or should have gone any different. Raiden died in my mothers arm and my father buried him at our small garden. I hope he soul is at peace and in his last hours felt comfort and deeply loved. And if he ever felt I wronged him I hope he can forgive me and take another nap, sometime in the future, together...
Raiden was a male cat, mostly white with some light brown sticks here and there. He approached me one random day whilst returning home and I was very curious of that fact since most stray cats i ever encountered would either hide or flee. I never owned a pet and i always wanted a dog since my youngster years, however after having him following me i decided to take him at my place.
Long story sort, i adopted him, took him to the vet, he said he was about 7-8 months old, we made any necessary injections and took any important pills. Needless to say after a couple of months we sterilized him. At that time I was told that its ideal to feed him specific sterilized food and thus I did most of the time.
Two years down the line I wanted to go erasmus and after that I went to the military to serve for my country. I left Raiden with my mom and dad but they dont want pets in the house thus he used to stay on the second floor which is like a storage/gym floor. During the summer we would take him to the touristic shop where he wiuld wander around, greet the customers and generally bee friendly af but during the winter he would spend most of his time at the second floor and my parents- mostly my dad- would visit him couple hours a day to eat and workout with him. I am in the army the past 5-6 months, I only saw him few times on my days off.
Three days ago my dad called me telling me that he is in a bad state and they took him to the vet, he said that he propably has a urine blockage and thus he has to do a minor surgery but he might not wake up. It turns out the surgery went well and he did wake up.
The vet said that he should only eat a specific type of food but it turns iut after leaving Raiden with my parents I didnt give much emphasis on his diet thus my father fed him pretty much whatever. He would also hunt birds and insects to eat now and then.
The next three days after the surgery had him pretty much like a zombie, trying to pee and vomitting. My father was tryimg to feed him water and him the right medicine but he wouldnt eat, wouldnt drink, and seemed exhausted. Based on vet’s overview he would be able to recover but after vomiting blood at some point he admitted that he was far gone.
My dad called me yest to give me the bad news and I cry ever since. I feel like a fool for not treating him with the right food- I dont know if non of these would happen, but he was a very lovely cat, many ppl were saying he had a soul of a dog trapped in a cat’s body and many ppl who despised cat changed their minds after meeting Raiden, he ment no harm ever and i feel very bad for losing him in such a young range. Why should any of us deserve to live and have this poor pure soul go...
I also feel sad because after going to the army which is mentatory in my country he was never inside the same home with me like he used to be two years since i found him. He was upstairs like an outcast and I asking u if I should have release him- give him or something. I havent seen him for a month now and its devastating that Ill never will. I love the race of cats and I want to give them all my love but for now after having raiden gone I dont know if i deserve to adopt or ever raise another cat.
I am glad u reached that far, please let me know in which occassion I was a fool or naive and if anything could or should have gone any different. Raiden died in my mothers arm and my father buried him at our small garden. I hope he soul is at peace and in his last hours felt comfort and deeply loved. And if he ever felt I wronged him I hope he can forgive me and take another nap, sometime in the future, together...