Last Thursday I took Furrari to his vet beacause he was dehydrated (I gave him extra sub-q fluids but it didn't help) and just didn't seem 'right'. Turns out he had a bladder and kidney infection so the vet kept him to put him on I.V. and start antibiotics. Furrari had CRF and was prone to UTI's. His vet thought he would be fine.
Friday he started having labored breathing and had to be put in an oxygen chamber. His chest cavity started filling with fluids and his body was failing. I couldn't let him suffer and made the decision to put him down. I held him and told him I loved him and I was so sorry I couldn't fix him and make him young again.
I have gone through this several times before and it is never easy. But... this was the hardest.
A little over sixteen years ago I was given a litter of kittens whose mother could not feed them. They were less than a week old and tiny (and cold and wet). Furrari was one of two kittens that survived.
Over the years he was 'Uncle' to many feral kittens I raised. He taught them good litter box habits, to eat well and to play nice with others.
He loved tummy rubs and sleeping by my feet at night. After I got in bed, he would walk over and touch his nose to mine - then walk back down by my feet and curl up to sleep. This was our nightly routine for sixteen years.
It sucks and it hurts so much! I miss my marmalade cat!
Here are some pictures of my Furrari:
Furrari
This is Furrari with Eli and Anna.
Friday he started having labored breathing and had to be put in an oxygen chamber. His chest cavity started filling with fluids and his body was failing. I couldn't let him suffer and made the decision to put him down. I held him and told him I loved him and I was so sorry I couldn't fix him and make him young again.
I have gone through this several times before and it is never easy. But... this was the hardest.
A little over sixteen years ago I was given a litter of kittens whose mother could not feed them. They were less than a week old and tiny (and cold and wet). Furrari was one of two kittens that survived.
Over the years he was 'Uncle' to many feral kittens I raised. He taught them good litter box habits, to eat well and to play nice with others.
He loved tummy rubs and sleeping by my feet at night. After I got in bed, he would walk over and touch his nose to mine - then walk back down by my feet and curl up to sleep. This was our nightly routine for sixteen years.
It sucks and it hurts so much! I miss my marmalade cat!
Here are some pictures of my Furrari:
Furrari
This is Furrari with Eli and Anna.