Just thought that I'd post this to help out. I had no idea that this could happen. Alot of you may already be aware of it.
We had taken in a stray cat about 6 years ago. She had mats of fur all over her back and could barely move. Black and long-haired. I named her Adia and we took her to the vet to get groomed. Just under two weeks ago she started to lose weight and wasn't eating much. So we got her Nutri-Cal and were waiting to take her to the vet to get checked. The vet that we go to had told my Dad that you had to pay a certain amount of money and they had to have it when they arrived. He finally got her in on Monday.
It turned out to be severe anemia. Caused by too many fleas. I looked this up afterward because she never scratched or showed any signs of being uncomfortable. I read that only cats that are allergic to flea bites get itchy from them. News to me.
So the vet held him up for 2 hours after he got there... meanwhile the cat is extremely weak and suffering I'm sure, about him owing them a trivial 80 dollars. Nothing compared to what they have put in so far. Then they finally tell them that they can use a credit. Would have been nice of them to clue him in a week ago on that.
They finally take her in. They insert a catheter and are getting ready for her IV and she passes away on the table.
I believe it was the catheter. I've read that a cat with anemia that severe shouldn't even be bathed. The stress can be too much on them at that point.
You can't help but to blame yourself in this situation. Fleas are so easy to treat. We just had no idea that she was having a problem with them. I was going to put drops on her 2 weeks ago, but she appeared to not be feeling well and the drops say not to put on old or sickly cats. Had I done it, she'd likely still be here today. Just wish I'd have known about this sooner.
Then only 2 months ago, we lost our little boy Mongo (wasn't so little actually) . He was playing with the birds outside (he hated to be inside) and just being playful was running around quickly. Darting. He ran onto the street and was hit by our neighbor. My Dad and my sister were outside and witnessed it. I just couldn't believe that she didn't stop. This is a dead end road. Slow moving. Just neighbors.
I miss them both so much. I can only hope that they are in a better place now and that I will see them again one day. I'm going to need more arms when I get to the bridge.
We had taken in a stray cat about 6 years ago. She had mats of fur all over her back and could barely move. Black and long-haired. I named her Adia and we took her to the vet to get groomed. Just under two weeks ago she started to lose weight and wasn't eating much. So we got her Nutri-Cal and were waiting to take her to the vet to get checked. The vet that we go to had told my Dad that you had to pay a certain amount of money and they had to have it when they arrived. He finally got her in on Monday.
It turned out to be severe anemia. Caused by too many fleas. I looked this up afterward because she never scratched or showed any signs of being uncomfortable. I read that only cats that are allergic to flea bites get itchy from them. News to me.
So the vet held him up for 2 hours after he got there... meanwhile the cat is extremely weak and suffering I'm sure, about him owing them a trivial 80 dollars. Nothing compared to what they have put in so far. Then they finally tell them that they can use a credit. Would have been nice of them to clue him in a week ago on that.
They finally take her in. They insert a catheter and are getting ready for her IV and she passes away on the table.
You can't help but to blame yourself in this situation. Fleas are so easy to treat. We just had no idea that she was having a problem with them. I was going to put drops on her 2 weeks ago, but she appeared to not be feeling well and the drops say not to put on old or sickly cats. Had I done it, she'd likely still be here today. Just wish I'd have known about this sooner.
Then only 2 months ago, we lost our little boy Mongo (wasn't so little actually) . He was playing with the birds outside (he hated to be inside) and just being playful was running around quickly. Darting. He ran onto the street and was hit by our neighbor. My Dad and my sister were outside and witnessed it. I just couldn't believe that she didn't stop. This is a dead end road. Slow moving. Just neighbors.
I miss them both so much. I can only hope that they are in a better place now and that I will see them again one day. I'm going to need more arms when I get to the bridge.