I have had a hell of a weekend. My cat was acting fine last week. Then Wednesday she started acting lethargic. She didn’t walk. Didn’t want to eat. I wasn’t to worried the first couple of days. By Saturday morning I knew something really wasn’t right. She had vomited blood by the front door. I was going to go out. Suddenly my plans changed. I tried calling several people. Finally I was able to get my son to come help. He cleaned the yuck she made and we took her to the vet. The vet checked her and decided there wasn’t much that could be done. So the vet sent us to the emergency clinic for animals.
There they tried to help her. She even stayed overnight. I got a call From the vet letting me know they would watch her and call me the next day. After church and eating lunch, I called the animal clinic. The cat was not doing any better.
I called someone to drive us picked up my children and went to the animal hospital. They got her and lay her on a table in a room. She did not move at all. We had all been hoping for a miraculous recovery. She just lay there. Everyone was bawling. Finally my daughter pushed the button to have them give the cat a painkiller. After that the cat raised her head a couple times. It was most likely the painkillers were making the cat not mind moving. Side note. I feel that way some days after I’ve had ibuprofen or some other kind of painkiller. The thing was the cat had sores in her mouth and would not eat or drink.
Finally my daughter again pushed the button to call the Vet in. The vet administered the final two shots and she slipped peacefully away. My children were devastated. I was kind of a mess myself.
The worst thing for me is the cat’s food container and water container are still out and waiting for her. I keep expecting her to walk into a room or something else. I’m sad she is not here.
My dad and my grandma would probably really get after me. For them cats were outside animals. That was another time and another place.
One thing about me while I have been writing this I start bawling a couple of times. It has not been the easiest watching her digression. I hoped she would be with me a lot longer.
One thing I have learned is for every situation we put ourselves in it is good to figure your exit route how ever roughly. Getting a cat is fun. What can happen at the end not fun.
I think I will have to make a special savings account for the next animal I get. Kind of like having a will and advanced directives for me. But that is for next time.
Right now I think I will just curl up in the corner.
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