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We just lost our sweet girl this past Friday and I can't help but think I made a horrible decision. She was 17 and has been doing great in health! She had "kitty IBS" so every once in awhile she would have troubles with bowels and would be throwing up so at those times we would put her in the room with her litter box, with fluids and shut the door. Basically let it run its course and then we would have to clean up the mess strictly in that room. That is what I thought was happening again. I had woke up early Thanksgiving morning and saw that she had been sick on our bed and so my daughter carried her down to the litter box. My husband checked on her later in the day and said that she was still having stomach issues but made sure to check her water and she was in her kitty bed. Since she was still having to struggle with going to the bathroom we decided to leave her in there over the night (her litter box and food are in the laundry room). The next morning I told my daughter to go ahead and feed her and let her out. My daughter (who is 9) was so excited and went down to get her with my husband. My husband said that when they went in that our kitty tried walking back into her cat bed (which was unusual) and my daughter decided to just pick her up and carry her up to my bed where I was sitting. Instantly I noticed that she was wobbly on her legs and she quickly laid down. Her pupils looked huge and she just didn't look like herself. I figured she was just wore out from having a stomach issue. I tried to stand her up and she would try to walk but struggled and would just lay down. (Here is where I think I made the first mistake.......) I freaked out and told my husband we needed to get her to the vet. I called two vets and they were booked solid. I called the third and they had an opening right then and now so we got the crate and I put her inside. That was the last time I saw her, her face looking at me through the gate of the crate. My husband and daughter took her and I stayed home with my other two children and had stuff to do. He sent me a text that said her vitals were fine but that she just laid there when they took her temp. He said they were running labs and were awaiting results. Shortly after he called and this is where I feel I made the second mistake. All of her labs were off. Crazy high for all her kidney and liver levels and of course she was severely dehydrated. The vet told my husband that they thought she had kidney disease and that there were two options. Option #1 was end of life and #2 was that she could come home but it would be with constant IV fluids that we would have to do and that it would be a band aid for us to spend more time with her. They said they did not know if she had 3 weeks or 3 months but she was sick. He called me asking what to do and I made the heart breaking decision to let her go. I feel like I erred. I had to tell my daughter on the phone that it was time to say goodbye and that I was on my way with her brothers. When I got there I couldn't do it. I basically froze in the parking lot and broke down. My boys went in and my daughter came out saying she couldn't do it either. My daughter and I left and I held her hand and we cried together. As I was driving home a sudden warmth came over me and call me crazy but I think that was the moment that she died. I have been devastated ever since and I feel like she was fine and maybe just wore out from her irritable stomach. I feel that I should not have rushed to call the vet but have kept her comfortable at home. I feel awful. She had her own special pillow on our bed and she was always next to me. I lost my best friend and it's my fault. I don't know if the vet was wrong on the diagnosis or not. She was just fine the other day. I made a mistake. I miss her so much. So so much.
We just lost our sweet girl this past Friday and I can't help but think I made a horrible decision. She was 17 and has been doing great in health! She had "kitty IBS" so every once in awhile she would have troubles with bowels and would be throwing up so at those times we would put her in the room with her litter box, with fluids and shut the door. Basically let it run its course and then we would have to clean up the mess strictly in that room. That is what I thought was happening again. I had woke up early Thanksgiving morning and saw that she had been sick on our bed and so my daughter carried her down to the litter box. My husband checked on her later in the day and said that she was still having stomach issues but made sure to check her water and she was in her kitty bed. Since she was still having to struggle with going to the bathroom we decided to leave her in there over the night (her litter box and food are in the laundry room). The next morning I told my daughter to go ahead and feed her and let her out. My daughter (who is 9) was so excited and went down to get her with my husband. My husband said that when they went in that our kitty tried walking back into her cat bed (which was unusual) and my daughter decided to just pick her up and carry her up to my bed where I was sitting. Instantly I noticed that she was wobbly on her legs and she quickly laid down. Her pupils looked huge and she just didn't look like herself. I figured she was just wore out from having a stomach issue. I tried to stand her up and she would try to walk but struggled and would just lay down. (Here is where I think I made the first mistake.......) I freaked out and told my husband we needed to get her to the vet. I called two vets and they were booked solid. I called the third and they had an opening right then and now so we got the crate and I put her inside. That was the last time I saw her, her face looking at me through the gate of the crate. My husband and daughter took her and I stayed home with my other two children and had stuff to do. He sent me a text that said her vitals were fine but that she just laid there when they took her temp. He said they were running labs and were awaiting results. Shortly after he called and this is where I feel I made the second mistake. All of her labs were off. Crazy high for all her kidney and liver levels and of course she was severely dehydrated. The vet told my husband that they thought she had kidney disease and that there were two options. Option #1 was end of life and #2 was that she could come home but it would be with constant IV fluids that we would have to do and that it would be a band aid for us to spend more time with her. They said they did not know if she had 3 weeks or 3 months but she was sick. He called me asking what to do and I made the heart breaking decision to let her go. I feel like I erred. I had to tell my daughter on the phone that it was time to say goodbye and that I was on my way with her brothers. When I got there I couldn't do it. I basically froze in the parking lot and broke down. My boys went in and my daughter came out saying she couldn't do it either. My daughter and I left and I held her hand and we cried together. As I was driving home a sudden warmth came over me and call me crazy but I think that was the moment that she died. I have been devastated ever since and I feel like she was fine and maybe just wore out from her irritable stomach. I feel that I should not have rushed to call the vet but have kept her comfortable at home. I feel awful. She had her own special pillow on our bed and she was always next to me. I lost my best friend and it's my fault. I don't know if the vet was wrong on the diagnosis or not. She was just fine the other day. I made a mistake. I miss her so much. So so much.