To try and make a long story short, Binx was an eight year old cat who had FLUTD (Feline Lower Urinary Tract). I first noticed something was very wrong when he was unable to urinate. I rushed him to the vet and discovered not only did he have a blockage, it was so severe the vet described it as his bladder being full of “beach sand.” He had to make an incision and clean out the bladder. He also performed a perineal urethrostomy. Unfortunately Binx had some very major complications and it took him eight weeks to heal from a procedure that should have taken two weeks.
Things seemed to go okay for several months after he healed from the surgery. I switched him to a prescription diet to prevent further issues. But then he was back into the vet for bladder inflammation. He received some steroids as well as a booster a week later. That seemed to help for about four months. He was back into the vet for attempting to urinate, but not producing much urine. The vet expressed his bladder and it was full of bloody urine. He said it was cystitis. The vet gave him more steroids and two weeks later gave him a booster. Unfortunately Binx was still straining to urinate. He’d urinate both inside and outside the litter box looking for relief. The vet said we could try daily steroids, but that Binx’s problems may be genetic in origin. I felt as though his issues were chronic and his quality of life wasn’t the best. Sure he had an appetite, and he still enjoyed my company, but he was also lethargic and clearly urinating was painful. I scheduled an appointment to have him put to sleep. I stayed with him the entire time before taking him home to bury him. However now that he’s gone I feel unbearable grief. I feel at eight years old he died too soon and it’s my fault. I should have tried to do more for him.
Things seemed to go okay for several months after he healed from the surgery. I switched him to a prescription diet to prevent further issues. But then he was back into the vet for bladder inflammation. He received some steroids as well as a booster a week later. That seemed to help for about four months. He was back into the vet for attempting to urinate, but not producing much urine. The vet expressed his bladder and it was full of bloody urine. He said it was cystitis. The vet gave him more steroids and two weeks later gave him a booster. Unfortunately Binx was still straining to urinate. He’d urinate both inside and outside the litter box looking for relief. The vet said we could try daily steroids, but that Binx’s problems may be genetic in origin. I felt as though his issues were chronic and his quality of life wasn’t the best. Sure he had an appetite, and he still enjoyed my company, but he was also lethargic and clearly urinating was painful. I scheduled an appointment to have him put to sleep. I stayed with him the entire time before taking him home to bury him. However now that he’s gone I feel unbearable grief. I feel at eight years old he died too soon and it’s my fault. I should have tried to do more for him.