There might be a few who remember me. I was active years back, but haven’t posted in a long time.
I lost my youngest kitty, Ziggy, on Wednesday, June 2, 2021. He was 14. He is the kitty in my avatar.
Ziggy’s death is impossibly difficult for me, as it was unexpected. While we have been struggling for years with respiratory issues and more recently with severe constipation and megacolon, I thought that his sudden poor appetite was just a picky phase that cats sometimes have. On Tuesday, Ziggy suddenly couldn’t walk well, so I rushed him to the vet, where he spent the day.
Tests revealed Ziggy was severely anemic. He was treated with fluids and a B12 shot and instructions to have more testing next week. However, on Wednesday it was clear that Ziggy was terribly unwell, and he seemed to not want to be “here” anymore.
A call to a trusted vet tech friend of mine gave me the answers and courage I needed to let Ziggy go. She said that there was likely nothing anyone could do to make an appreciable difference, based on the lab results I read her. She then quietly added, “I think he’s done.”
I then went through an ordeal finding a vet to help me give Ziggy his release. The vet from Tuesday did not, and still hasn’t, returned my calls for help on Wednesday morning. A mobile vet said she could come to my house “in a few minutes” but I was not ready. I needed an hour or two to say goodbye. Eventually I went to another practice who knew me, and we were able to help Ziggy transition.
Ziggy was so weak. The vet who helped us said that Ziggy showed strong signs of liver failure. A belly full of fluid and yellowing of his mucus membranes. What was obvious to him was missed by me, as the changes had been somewhat gradual. I held my precious boy in my arms, whispered to him how much I loved him, and then heard the sudden silencing of the purr that never stopped, no matter how sick he felt. Ziggy was gone
I am left shattered, and my feelings are getting stronger as the hours pass. I want Ziggy back! I am just now absorbing the fact that he was so sick, and that he is never coming back. I am shocked by feelings of resentment that my other two cats are still here enjoying life, despite being older than Ziggy. I also resent that they are not HIM.
Ziggy, oh how I miss you. Don’t ever think you ever brought me anything less than pure joy. You did “cat” perfectly, and I was so lucky to have known you from the very first day of your life until the last.
Thanks for listening, everyone.
Carla
I lost my youngest kitty, Ziggy, on Wednesday, June 2, 2021. He was 14. He is the kitty in my avatar.
Ziggy’s death is impossibly difficult for me, as it was unexpected. While we have been struggling for years with respiratory issues and more recently with severe constipation and megacolon, I thought that his sudden poor appetite was just a picky phase that cats sometimes have. On Tuesday, Ziggy suddenly couldn’t walk well, so I rushed him to the vet, where he spent the day.
Tests revealed Ziggy was severely anemic. He was treated with fluids and a B12 shot and instructions to have more testing next week. However, on Wednesday it was clear that Ziggy was terribly unwell, and he seemed to not want to be “here” anymore.
A call to a trusted vet tech friend of mine gave me the answers and courage I needed to let Ziggy go. She said that there was likely nothing anyone could do to make an appreciable difference, based on the lab results I read her. She then quietly added, “I think he’s done.”
I then went through an ordeal finding a vet to help me give Ziggy his release. The vet from Tuesday did not, and still hasn’t, returned my calls for help on Wednesday morning. A mobile vet said she could come to my house “in a few minutes” but I was not ready. I needed an hour or two to say goodbye. Eventually I went to another practice who knew me, and we were able to help Ziggy transition.
Ziggy was so weak. The vet who helped us said that Ziggy showed strong signs of liver failure. A belly full of fluid and yellowing of his mucus membranes. What was obvious to him was missed by me, as the changes had been somewhat gradual. I held my precious boy in my arms, whispered to him how much I loved him, and then heard the sudden silencing of the purr that never stopped, no matter how sick he felt. Ziggy was gone
I am left shattered, and my feelings are getting stronger as the hours pass. I want Ziggy back! I am just now absorbing the fact that he was so sick, and that he is never coming back. I am shocked by feelings of resentment that my other two cats are still here enjoying life, despite being older than Ziggy. I also resent that they are not HIM.
Ziggy, oh how I miss you. Don’t ever think you ever brought me anything less than pure joy. You did “cat” perfectly, and I was so lucky to have known you from the very first day of your life until the last.
Thanks for listening, everyone.
Carla
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