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He passed away but always at the beginning of my day and through the night, he comforted me.
He would directly lay his head on my pillow facing me and put his paw in my hand and go to sleep and if his ears perked up I knew he heard something but if he laid back down I felt safe. At the end of my day he was my GO-TO kitty.
I don't like the way it happened because he just stopped eating, drinking and going to the bathroom, all together. I was not one to assume he was constipated again because he had, had that problem for so long in his little life. I forever was looking for a way to cure him and he always ended up at the Vet getting an enema. They didn't give him an enema this time. Prior to, I tried everything but this time it wasn't just constipation.
They did X-rays on 4/11/23 and they found nothing but some small BM they thought might be holding back the softer and larger behind! So, they said he gets so worked up and stressed staying overnight here, we will treat him as an outpatient. I was happy to bring him home! She gave him an injection of prednisone and oral meds to help him with the BM and to get him to start to eat. drink etc and to take home with me hoping for him to start to live his normal life.
He started to eat and drink and went to the bathroom until the 7th day and last day for taking the prednisone. That evening he was laying in the living room with labored breathing and I called the ER number and they were several hours away from where I lived and told them about it being his last day of Prednisone but since they weren't his Drs, they suggested that maybe it was due not having the prednisone and to give him 1 ml., so i did and to call his vet in the morning, if he didn't change for the better!
He seemed a little better but still had labored breathing, so I thought first thing in the morning, he is going to the Vet, as an ER but I couldn't find him right away to take him. I looked at every possible usual place and he was a 14 lb and a long kitty, so there weren't a lot of places to hide. He was under the spare room bed hiding, which he has never been under there, since he was a kitten to my knowledge and I had to pull him out ! Then he fought and didn't want in the carrier, which he always just went in like a little trooper before. Plus he howled on the way to the vet which he never did and his breathing was congested.
They took he and I to a room right away and usually he growled at the vet and the girls but a girl came in and she said do you think he will allow me to just carry him and I said Yes because he is so sick and that was the first time ever at the vets that he ever let anyone do that. They always had to take him to where they would do the blood work and x-rays in his carrier. He was very different. Not the M.C. that I knew. She brought in the x-ray and showed me on 4/19/23 that his lungs were full of fluid and all around his heart and yet on 4/11/23 nothing like that at all. She said I can try to reduce the fluid but didn't look happy.
After 15 minutes she shook her head but had him with her and they already had a little IV in his front paw and his breathing was so awful but she said I will leave you alone with him but if he worsens just open the door. I knew he was dying and I was crying and hugging him and said I was so sorry and his breathing was worsening and I know he was in pain, I opened the door and she was there with the needle to euthanize him and she said it doesn't take long to work and she was right, his eyes were still open but his little tongue came out. She ;listened with a stethoscope and said he is gone.
It was the worst thing in my life I ever witnessed and I have had plenty of pets but never had that done to any of them. But there was nothing more that could be done. So I kissed his little forehead again and said may your spirit be with your brother Hammer and sister Spirit who had passed within the three years prior because Hammer had renal failure and Spirit was born with Kidney disease. I had a mask and it was soaked from all the tears. The girls ask me , that worked out front ,how did it go, as I was leaving and I shook my head no, as I left with his empty carrier and was crying. I know that anyone that has had a pet knows and feel just as devastated but I had to tell me story!
I am really having a time getting through this so it was suggested I come here. Thank all who read my story . I am not sure reliving this will help or not but I hope so.
He would directly lay his head on my pillow facing me and put his paw in my hand and go to sleep and if his ears perked up I knew he heard something but if he laid back down I felt safe. At the end of my day he was my GO-TO kitty.
I don't like the way it happened because he just stopped eating, drinking and going to the bathroom, all together. I was not one to assume he was constipated again because he had, had that problem for so long in his little life. I forever was looking for a way to cure him and he always ended up at the Vet getting an enema. They didn't give him an enema this time. Prior to, I tried everything but this time it wasn't just constipation.
They did X-rays on 4/11/23 and they found nothing but some small BM they thought might be holding back the softer and larger behind! So, they said he gets so worked up and stressed staying overnight here, we will treat him as an outpatient. I was happy to bring him home! She gave him an injection of prednisone and oral meds to help him with the BM and to get him to start to eat. drink etc and to take home with me hoping for him to start to live his normal life.
He started to eat and drink and went to the bathroom until the 7th day and last day for taking the prednisone. That evening he was laying in the living room with labored breathing and I called the ER number and they were several hours away from where I lived and told them about it being his last day of Prednisone but since they weren't his Drs, they suggested that maybe it was due not having the prednisone and to give him 1 ml., so i did and to call his vet in the morning, if he didn't change for the better!
He seemed a little better but still had labored breathing, so I thought first thing in the morning, he is going to the Vet, as an ER but I couldn't find him right away to take him. I looked at every possible usual place and he was a 14 lb and a long kitty, so there weren't a lot of places to hide. He was under the spare room bed hiding, which he has never been under there, since he was a kitten to my knowledge and I had to pull him out ! Then he fought and didn't want in the carrier, which he always just went in like a little trooper before. Plus he howled on the way to the vet which he never did and his breathing was congested.
They took he and I to a room right away and usually he growled at the vet and the girls but a girl came in and she said do you think he will allow me to just carry him and I said Yes because he is so sick and that was the first time ever at the vets that he ever let anyone do that. They always had to take him to where they would do the blood work and x-rays in his carrier. He was very different. Not the M.C. that I knew. She brought in the x-ray and showed me on 4/19/23 that his lungs were full of fluid and all around his heart and yet on 4/11/23 nothing like that at all. She said I can try to reduce the fluid but didn't look happy.
After 15 minutes she shook her head but had him with her and they already had a little IV in his front paw and his breathing was so awful but she said I will leave you alone with him but if he worsens just open the door. I knew he was dying and I was crying and hugging him and said I was so sorry and his breathing was worsening and I know he was in pain, I opened the door and she was there with the needle to euthanize him and she said it doesn't take long to work and she was right, his eyes were still open but his little tongue came out. She ;listened with a stethoscope and said he is gone.
It was the worst thing in my life I ever witnessed and I have had plenty of pets but never had that done to any of them. But there was nothing more that could be done. So I kissed his little forehead again and said may your spirit be with your brother Hammer and sister Spirit who had passed within the three years prior because Hammer had renal failure and Spirit was born with Kidney disease. I had a mask and it was soaked from all the tears. The girls ask me , that worked out front ,how did it go, as I was leaving and I shook my head no, as I left with his empty carrier and was crying. I know that anyone that has had a pet knows and feel just as devastated but I had to tell me story!
I am really having a time getting through this so it was suggested I come here. Thank all who read my story . I am not sure reliving this will help or not but I hope so.