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hi! it's been awhile since i've been here. i had made a thread months ago about my blocked cat, vinny.
unfortunately he had an incident last night and we had to take him into the emergency vet - a reblock i still don't really know the cause of. she said it likely wasnt crystals because of the food, but maybe an inflammation problem. the vet said the lowest they could do was 800 to treat him for the night and send him home. she said there was not a very good prognosis for him in that case.
i had asked if it was possible that i could adopt him out and she said it would be unlikely that he'd be approved for it due to his recurring flutd. she said in the kindest way possible that the best course of action to minimize his pain would be to let him go - no more expensive treatments, medication, in and out vet visits for him, etc.
she took me into a room with him and gave me as much time as i needed with him. she said he was still himself, usually when cats are brought in for a blockage they're lethargic and aren't themselves, but he was himself until the end. she connected his iv, he crawled onto my legs and i held him to my chest. she sedated him, i kissed him goodbye and it was over. he died in my arms with my kisses on his forehead.
he was my first cat, he lived to be 6 - almost 7 years old. he had gotten into a lot of fights, i nursed him every time. he worried me constantly, and a part of me is relieved that he's not in pain anymore. im thankful he was in my life. he taught me a lot about cats and what it takes to have one. i could go on and on about my regrets but i won't because there's nothing fun about that.
i'm the most thankful i got to be with him until the very end. i'm so thankful that i got to hold him close. most of all i'm just thankful that i got to grow up with him, from when i was 14 to now, when i'm 19. i would have liked to see him be an old man, but not if it was going to be a life of the looming possibility of another expensive, deadly blockage. he was a fighter. the first vet said there was a 50% chance he wouldn't make it out of the initial treatment, but he did. I'm glad i got 9 more months to spend with him. i knew the possibility would be over my head for the rest of his life, and it worried me. i didn't want him to be in pain, i didn't want him to die in pain and i'm glad he didn't. the nurses and vets were amazingly sweet throughout the entire thing. my grandfather is helping me pay for the rest of his cremation and euthanasia tomorrow, so i'll be getting his ashes and i'll be able to put them next to my other kitties ashes. they liked to sleep together so i think he'd like that.
i don't like saying goodbye so i won't! i love you very very very much vinny. you'll always be my baby boy and i'm excited to see you at the rainbow bridge again when the time comes. here's one of my favorite pictures of him sleeping on me <3
unfortunately he had an incident last night and we had to take him into the emergency vet - a reblock i still don't really know the cause of. she said it likely wasnt crystals because of the food, but maybe an inflammation problem. the vet said the lowest they could do was 800 to treat him for the night and send him home. she said there was not a very good prognosis for him in that case.
i had asked if it was possible that i could adopt him out and she said it would be unlikely that he'd be approved for it due to his recurring flutd. she said in the kindest way possible that the best course of action to minimize his pain would be to let him go - no more expensive treatments, medication, in and out vet visits for him, etc.
she took me into a room with him and gave me as much time as i needed with him. she said he was still himself, usually when cats are brought in for a blockage they're lethargic and aren't themselves, but he was himself until the end. she connected his iv, he crawled onto my legs and i held him to my chest. she sedated him, i kissed him goodbye and it was over. he died in my arms with my kisses on his forehead.
he was my first cat, he lived to be 6 - almost 7 years old. he had gotten into a lot of fights, i nursed him every time. he worried me constantly, and a part of me is relieved that he's not in pain anymore. im thankful he was in my life. he taught me a lot about cats and what it takes to have one. i could go on and on about my regrets but i won't because there's nothing fun about that.
i'm the most thankful i got to be with him until the very end. i'm so thankful that i got to hold him close. most of all i'm just thankful that i got to grow up with him, from when i was 14 to now, when i'm 19. i would have liked to see him be an old man, but not if it was going to be a life of the looming possibility of another expensive, deadly blockage. he was a fighter. the first vet said there was a 50% chance he wouldn't make it out of the initial treatment, but he did. I'm glad i got 9 more months to spend with him. i knew the possibility would be over my head for the rest of his life, and it worried me. i didn't want him to be in pain, i didn't want him to die in pain and i'm glad he didn't. the nurses and vets were amazingly sweet throughout the entire thing. my grandfather is helping me pay for the rest of his cremation and euthanasia tomorrow, so i'll be getting his ashes and i'll be able to put them next to my other kitties ashes. they liked to sleep together so i think he'd like that.
i don't like saying goodbye so i won't! i love you very very very much vinny. you'll always be my baby boy and i'm excited to see you at the rainbow bridge again when the time comes. here's one of my favorite pictures of him sleeping on me <3
