Well I typed up a long post and cried and cried during it. And it had an error message and I lost the post. Starting over and trying to make it shorter.
Daisy Mae was 3 weeks and 1/2 a lb when she arrived at my home. She had been outside a couple days, abandoned by mama and left alone in a neighborhood in a yard by a busy street. We were told about her by my BIL and we said to bring her to us and we would see what we could do.
She was a mess. She was extremely dehydrated, starving, her left eye wouldn't close so it was dried and goopy and shriveled. She couldn't lift her head or walk. We thought we would lose her the first night. She got a little more active after water and kitten formula. Man that first week I was at stores nightly buying supplies for her. She saw the vet and we found out her weight and that she had head trauma which caused her to be unable to walk much. Also that we could start trying kitten food so we got Royal canin baby cat wet food. She started eating, and growing. She started walking more and was growing out of being wobbly and falling
Her eye started healing, she taught herself the litter box, she ate and drank well...she was immediately attached to us. We absolutely adored her. I did updates weekly on my Facebook for friends to read about her. My husband had started to take her to work the first day we had her bc she was so sick and his coworkers fell in love with her. They would share time with her daily, make her beds of blankets in baskets, buy her treats. We set up my husbands office with a kennel and bed for her, litter box and play space. Everyone who met her loved her. She was so sweet and loving.
My absolute favorite was that she knew that if I yelled "treats" it meant wet food. She would run her hoppy little run into the kitchen for food. It was adorable and we would stop to watch her do it every time.
She was always tiny...she grew but not much. At 12 weeks old She appeared to only be 6/7. She was only 1.5lb. . We had known that might cause issues down the line.
A week ago today she started getting lethargic that night and didn't eat. We watched her a couple hours and it got worse so we went to the emergency vet at 1am
She had a seizure after arrival and they said it was due to low glucose. We worked to find a cause but couldn't. They admitted her to the ICU to try to stabilize her levels. By Saturday they hadn't been able to and couldn't find a cause. They basically said she wouldn't survive this. We asked for one more day on the glucose drip and they agreed. Sunday we go in and her levels are good and she is off the drip. We are thrilled. Sunday evening they call and she is back to awful low numbers. They can't redo the original drip bc it could damage where it was placed. She is fading. They did another smaller amount of the dextrose drip and it helped a little. But not enough, there is nothing else they could do for her.
We were devastated. We had originally said if she needed euthanized we would bring her home to do it surrounded by familiarity. But it was Sunday night of a holiday weekend and we couldn't find anyone.
We spent a couple hours with her before, and she went peacefully laying on my lap as I petted her. My sweet Daisy Mae only made it to 12 weeks old. We wouldn't change those 9 weeks with her for anything, and are so happy for the time we had. It's been a crushing blow losing her. She had many fans...people who never met her loved her. The vets loved her and even one of the students had tears in her eyes as she told me how sorry she was and how much she loved caring for her and how everyone there just adored her and was pulling for her.
My sweet girl is free of pain and I hope she always knows that we did our best for her and I hope she was happy for the short time she had on this earth.
Daisy Mae was 3 weeks and 1/2 a lb when she arrived at my home. She had been outside a couple days, abandoned by mama and left alone in a neighborhood in a yard by a busy street. We were told about her by my BIL and we said to bring her to us and we would see what we could do.
She was a mess. She was extremely dehydrated, starving, her left eye wouldn't close so it was dried and goopy and shriveled. She couldn't lift her head or walk. We thought we would lose her the first night. She got a little more active after water and kitten formula. Man that first week I was at stores nightly buying supplies for her. She saw the vet and we found out her weight and that she had head trauma which caused her to be unable to walk much. Also that we could start trying kitten food so we got Royal canin baby cat wet food. She started eating, and growing. She started walking more and was growing out of being wobbly and falling
Her eye started healing, she taught herself the litter box, she ate and drank well...she was immediately attached to us. We absolutely adored her. I did updates weekly on my Facebook for friends to read about her. My husband had started to take her to work the first day we had her bc she was so sick and his coworkers fell in love with her. They would share time with her daily, make her beds of blankets in baskets, buy her treats. We set up my husbands office with a kennel and bed for her, litter box and play space. Everyone who met her loved her. She was so sweet and loving.
My absolute favorite was that she knew that if I yelled "treats" it meant wet food. She would run her hoppy little run into the kitchen for food. It was adorable and we would stop to watch her do it every time.
She was always tiny...she grew but not much. At 12 weeks old She appeared to only be 6/7. She was only 1.5lb. . We had known that might cause issues down the line.
A week ago today she started getting lethargic that night and didn't eat. We watched her a couple hours and it got worse so we went to the emergency vet at 1am
She had a seizure after arrival and they said it was due to low glucose. We worked to find a cause but couldn't. They admitted her to the ICU to try to stabilize her levels. By Saturday they hadn't been able to and couldn't find a cause. They basically said she wouldn't survive this. We asked for one more day on the glucose drip and they agreed. Sunday we go in and her levels are good and she is off the drip. We are thrilled. Sunday evening they call and she is back to awful low numbers. They can't redo the original drip bc it could damage where it was placed. She is fading. They did another smaller amount of the dextrose drip and it helped a little. But not enough, there is nothing else they could do for her.
We were devastated. We had originally said if she needed euthanized we would bring her home to do it surrounded by familiarity. But it was Sunday night of a holiday weekend and we couldn't find anyone.
We spent a couple hours with her before, and she went peacefully laying on my lap as I petted her. My sweet Daisy Mae only made it to 12 weeks old. We wouldn't change those 9 weeks with her for anything, and are so happy for the time we had. It's been a crushing blow losing her. She had many fans...people who never met her loved her. The vets loved her and even one of the students had tears in her eyes as she told me how sorry she was and how much she loved caring for her and how everyone there just adored her and was pulling for her.
My sweet girl is free of pain and I hope she always knows that we did our best for her and I hope she was happy for the short time she had on this earth.
