rabx5
January 24th, 2006, 08:16 AM
I am the mommy to 4 cats. One of them died Sunday morning- a horrible painful death and it's just killing me.
I found Louie over 5 years ago. A mess of a thing- so small he fit in my hand and he was so messed up. His back leg was twisted and his eyes crossed and his tail crooked. I put him and his mamma in my garage and that's where they stayed. He got bigger and stronger, but his back leg was so swollen with fluid. I took him to the vet and they drained it. Vet had no idea if he was born that way, or was attacked by another cat. Months went on and the leg got worse, so with the advice of the vet, we had it amputated. He did great. He could hop around the house as fast as any other cat could run. The missing leg did take its toll on him as his other hip was turned out so I know he was starting the arthristis stages. He always stayed in the house.Well, all of my cats do. About 2 weeks ago he seemed different. He seemed to eat alright, but he seemed lethargic. Last Monday I woke up to him foaming at the mouth. Later he vomited white stuff with crystals in it. My husband brought him the vet and we knew it was his kidneys. We told the vet if he was too far gone, we don't want him to suffer and to put him to sleep. He said let me run some test. I called the next monring and they said he improved, but his condition was guarded at best. They had him on a cath and drained his bladder and had an IV in him to replenish his fluids. I called Wednesday and they said he could go home that evening. My husband picked him up. When I got home, I about fell over with the way he looked. But... he was weak and been through hell for 3 days. Thursday morning he even ate a little bit and then I gave him his 1st pill out of 28. That was it. He never ate again that I am aware of. By Saturday night (no emergency # for vet) he was very ill. I touched his belly and sure enough, his bladder was full again. By Sunday morning he was so dehydrated he couldn't even vomit anymore, just dry heaves and foaming at the mouth. By 9:30 am, he died. It was awful and horrible.
I am so upset with my vet. Just livid. I had a plan to call him and tell him off. I called yesterday morning and as soon as the words Louie died yesterday came out of my mouth, I started bawling and hung up.
Am I wrong to write the vet a letter and tell him how wrong he was? We have been using this same vet for 15 years now. I am just shocked that he let him go on. I think it was all a way to make $$$ and he did make more that way then by putting him to sleep.
My cat Peanut is Louies half brother and he misses him dearly. He sits by the patio and waits all day and night. The other cats know too. It's just heartbreaking.
I am so filled with guilt. He was such a good cat. He was my Boo. I feel awful burying him in the cold ground. I am just sick-literally about this. Can't eat and when i do I get sick, can't sleep and my brain is always occupied with this. I know it's only 2 days and it will get better, but geeze- today is my 19th wedding anniversary and I am just too bummed to celebrate.
Am I being a big baby?
Thank you all so much for listening to me. I needed to get this off my chest. The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing he is in heaven now- has all 4 legs and is no longer in pain.
Jodi
I found Louie over 5 years ago. A mess of a thing- so small he fit in my hand and he was so messed up. His back leg was twisted and his eyes crossed and his tail crooked. I put him and his mamma in my garage and that's where they stayed. He got bigger and stronger, but his back leg was so swollen with fluid. I took him to the vet and they drained it. Vet had no idea if he was born that way, or was attacked by another cat. Months went on and the leg got worse, so with the advice of the vet, we had it amputated. He did great. He could hop around the house as fast as any other cat could run. The missing leg did take its toll on him as his other hip was turned out so I know he was starting the arthristis stages. He always stayed in the house.Well, all of my cats do. About 2 weeks ago he seemed different. He seemed to eat alright, but he seemed lethargic. Last Monday I woke up to him foaming at the mouth. Later he vomited white stuff with crystals in it. My husband brought him the vet and we knew it was his kidneys. We told the vet if he was too far gone, we don't want him to suffer and to put him to sleep. He said let me run some test. I called the next monring and they said he improved, but his condition was guarded at best. They had him on a cath and drained his bladder and had an IV in him to replenish his fluids. I called Wednesday and they said he could go home that evening. My husband picked him up. When I got home, I about fell over with the way he looked. But... he was weak and been through hell for 3 days. Thursday morning he even ate a little bit and then I gave him his 1st pill out of 28. That was it. He never ate again that I am aware of. By Saturday night (no emergency # for vet) he was very ill. I touched his belly and sure enough, his bladder was full again. By Sunday morning he was so dehydrated he couldn't even vomit anymore, just dry heaves and foaming at the mouth. By 9:30 am, he died. It was awful and horrible.
I am so upset with my vet. Just livid. I had a plan to call him and tell him off. I called yesterday morning and as soon as the words Louie died yesterday came out of my mouth, I started bawling and hung up.
Am I wrong to write the vet a letter and tell him how wrong he was? We have been using this same vet for 15 years now. I am just shocked that he let him go on. I think it was all a way to make $$$ and he did make more that way then by putting him to sleep.
My cat Peanut is Louies half brother and he misses him dearly. He sits by the patio and waits all day and night. The other cats know too. It's just heartbreaking.
I am so filled with guilt. He was such a good cat. He was my Boo. I feel awful burying him in the cold ground. I am just sick-literally about this. Can't eat and when i do I get sick, can't sleep and my brain is always occupied with this. I know it's only 2 days and it will get better, but geeze- today is my 19th wedding anniversary and I am just too bummed to celebrate.
Am I being a big baby?
Thank you all so much for listening to me. I needed to get this off my chest. The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing he is in heaven now- has all 4 legs and is no longer in pain.
Jodi