Two years ago, our original white kitty died during the first week of December. Now it’s happening again.
Baby is seven years old and is a big cat. She weighed 19 lbs three months ago. She’s my kitty and would defend me like a dog. I have personally seen her chase off strangers who came to our door. Baby stopped eating last Wednesday. We tried to coax her but nothing doing. Saturday, she lost bladder control and we took her to the vet. The vet has done everything within reason, but Baby’s kidneys have failed, her liver is going, she can’t regulate her blood sugar or temperature. They’ve tried force feeding, she’s had multiple IVs, antibiotics, anti-seizure meds, what have you. Baby was at least partially conscious yesterday when we visited, but she’s worse now. She’s lost over 4 lbs. The vet said they could insert a feeding tube and send her home, but it would only be a matter of days and she’d have to remain caged.
And they don’t know what’s causing it. It might be a tumor, maybe in her brain or pancreas. She wouldn’t survive surgery anyway. Plus we’ve spent thousands and still won’t get my cat back. So DeHusband is going to the vet’s on his lunch hour and I’m not because I’m already a blubbering idiot.
I’m sorry. {{{{DeVena}}}} I hope your memories help to bring you peace. And the knowledge that if you couldn’t save her, at least you could see that she was free from pain. You will be in my thoughts.
So sorry for your kitty and you. We lost two in one week (unrelated reasons). It’s just too fucking sad. I hope you’ll be able to get another little kitty pal before too long.
Thank you all so much. Today is better than yesterday. The house is slowly adapting to one less cat. One odd note: The vet had been taking Baby home with her at night, so she wouldn’t be alone, and would call DeHusband on his cell phone with updates every morning. Yesterday when DeHusband was on his way to the vet’s, when he was about 5 minutes away, the vet called him on his cell. Baby had just died on her own. I think that made it better for all of us.
Last night, after much comfort food, I told DeHusband that I needed two things from him.
—1. Clean the carpet in the hall.
—2. Take me to the animal shelter the week before Christmas. “But you can’t go in the shelter without adopting another cat!” My point exactly.
I’m so sorry for your loss. both of your pets sound like they were much-loved animals and like all such pets, they leave a big hole behind them.
When I lost my 11 year old cat, Orly, in the summer, one of my friends said that Bast would be watching us, knowing that there was a vacancy in our house…and sure enough a stray cat has come along and filled it.
There’s no way I could deal with being a two-cat household after having 3 for so long, so my husband got me another cat when we knew Trouble was on his last legs. It really did help having a young, energetic cat around after Trouble was gone. I hope the perfect cat finds you.
Putting and animal to sleep can be the hardest thing a person can ever do. When we had to put our Lab down (she was 13, I was 13, I hadn’t lived a day without her in my entire existence) I wished they would have killed me too. It was terrible. It was considered that we’d have to put our Boxer down when it seemed he had a seizure. Just thinking about it made me sick. Unfortunately, or well, fortunately, he died on his own an hour later.
For what it’s worth, I’m glad, for you atleast, that she died on her own.
