Post by Lexica on Jul 25, 2023 17:58:37 GMT
Remember that I posted about my male kitty that was having seizures last year? My California vet said he could do all kinds of testing to discover what the cause was, but at his age, I wasn’t going to put him through that. Especially since there wasn’t really a thing they could do for him after finding out what was causing the seizures.
I asked him if the cat was suffering and whether I should go ahead and put him down. He said it wasn’t time. I asked whether or not he could make the trip to Oregon with me. He felt the cat was okay to travel and gave me some medication for him. I only gave him a few doses because it gave him the runs.
I felt terrible about the amount of time that I had to have them boarded while I looked for a house to purchase. I was so glad that I had all three of them together so that Tucker was not alone and possibly scared. He got along with both his sister and the male cat that had been abandoned in my neighborhood a few years ago. I adopted him when I learned his story and that his owner had died.
After leaving California, he never did have another seizure. He struggled with weaker back legs so I bought a cat setup that has some wooden stairs and put it next to the counter to help him get up to the laundry room counter which is where I fed them so that the dog didn’t get their food. I also added Velcro and removable pads so that he could grip the stairs easily to go up and down.
Other than difficulty walking, he acted fine. I was glad that this is a single story home because I would have been scared that he would have a seizure at the top of the stairs and fall all the way down to the first floor. There are two stairs leading into the laundry room in this house but that is it.
Lately, he was starting to struggle more and I knew I was going to have to take him to a vet here to be put down soon. But he was still eating normally and drinking water, he just spent much more time laying in his bed instead of exploring. The California vet had also told he that he had a weak heart.
He passed last night. I knew he was going to be going soon because he had refused to eat much of his dinner on the weekend. Then he started refusing water. I checked and the vet’s office here is not open on the weekends, so I made the decision to keep him at home and let him pass on his own time. I fixed him up a basket with a blanket and just carried him around to whatever room I was in so that I could keep an eye on him and continually talk to him. I kept offering food and water and he would eat a couple of bites and drink a small amount of water. I told him it was time for him to let go because he was struggling. I planned to go ahead and take him in this morning to be put down, but thankfully he passed during the night.
God I hate this part of loving an animal. So today, I will be driving him to a creamatorium that I found online and will be mixing his ashes in with those of his sister who passed two years ago. He has one sister who is still alive and seems to be doing very well.
When I had to put down the last of my three cats several years ago I said no more. It is too painful. Then my fiancé talked me into adopting this litter of three kittens. I am not sorry that I did because I got 18 years of companionship and love. But this is absolutely the end of owning cats. I cannot take the pain of them passing anymore. I still have two more kitties, the sister of the original three is still doing great. She is 18 years old, so I know time with her is going to come to an end soon enough too. She got a good vet report last year and seems to be just fine.
She has always been quite clingy and is never far from where I am. She is sleeping on top of my feet as I type this. And she sleeps on my pillow above my head at night. My dog sleeps against my back and I have no idea where the other cat sleeps. He does not seem to want too much attention. He’s just happy to look out the window all day. But for some reason, he never fails to know when I walk into the bathroom and will wind himself around my feet as I pee. Then he disappears somewhere in the house until I use the bathroom again or until meal times. I know he was an outdoor cat with his previous owner but the rules in this neighborhood say no outdoor cats and I would worry since he doesn’t know the area. And there have been several cats walking on my back fence from some neighbors on the street behind me. I won’t take the risk of a cat fight.
I don’t know why I am posting all of this today. I just feel that I need to share a little about him and that he passed after talking about his having seizures last year. I am grateful that his last several months were seizure free and that he is now no longer struggling in any way. And truthfully, I’m glad he passed in his basket next to my bed rather than me holding him in a vet’s office. He hated the vet.
I asked him if the cat was suffering and whether I should go ahead and put him down. He said it wasn’t time. I asked whether or not he could make the trip to Oregon with me. He felt the cat was okay to travel and gave me some medication for him. I only gave him a few doses because it gave him the runs.
I felt terrible about the amount of time that I had to have them boarded while I looked for a house to purchase. I was so glad that I had all three of them together so that Tucker was not alone and possibly scared. He got along with both his sister and the male cat that had been abandoned in my neighborhood a few years ago. I adopted him when I learned his story and that his owner had died.
After leaving California, he never did have another seizure. He struggled with weaker back legs so I bought a cat setup that has some wooden stairs and put it next to the counter to help him get up to the laundry room counter which is where I fed them so that the dog didn’t get their food. I also added Velcro and removable pads so that he could grip the stairs easily to go up and down.
Other than difficulty walking, he acted fine. I was glad that this is a single story home because I would have been scared that he would have a seizure at the top of the stairs and fall all the way down to the first floor. There are two stairs leading into the laundry room in this house but that is it.
Lately, he was starting to struggle more and I knew I was going to have to take him to a vet here to be put down soon. But he was still eating normally and drinking water, he just spent much more time laying in his bed instead of exploring. The California vet had also told he that he had a weak heart.
He passed last night. I knew he was going to be going soon because he had refused to eat much of his dinner on the weekend. Then he started refusing water. I checked and the vet’s office here is not open on the weekends, so I made the decision to keep him at home and let him pass on his own time. I fixed him up a basket with a blanket and just carried him around to whatever room I was in so that I could keep an eye on him and continually talk to him. I kept offering food and water and he would eat a couple of bites and drink a small amount of water. I told him it was time for him to let go because he was struggling. I planned to go ahead and take him in this morning to be put down, but thankfully he passed during the night.
God I hate this part of loving an animal. So today, I will be driving him to a creamatorium that I found online and will be mixing his ashes in with those of his sister who passed two years ago. He has one sister who is still alive and seems to be doing very well.
When I had to put down the last of my three cats several years ago I said no more. It is too painful. Then my fiancé talked me into adopting this litter of three kittens. I am not sorry that I did because I got 18 years of companionship and love. But this is absolutely the end of owning cats. I cannot take the pain of them passing anymore. I still have two more kitties, the sister of the original three is still doing great. She is 18 years old, so I know time with her is going to come to an end soon enough too. She got a good vet report last year and seems to be just fine.
She has always been quite clingy and is never far from where I am. She is sleeping on top of my feet as I type this. And she sleeps on my pillow above my head at night. My dog sleeps against my back and I have no idea where the other cat sleeps. He does not seem to want too much attention. He’s just happy to look out the window all day. But for some reason, he never fails to know when I walk into the bathroom and will wind himself around my feet as I pee. Then he disappears somewhere in the house until I use the bathroom again or until meal times. I know he was an outdoor cat with his previous owner but the rules in this neighborhood say no outdoor cats and I would worry since he doesn’t know the area. And there have been several cats walking on my back fence from some neighbors on the street behind me. I won’t take the risk of a cat fight.
I don’t know why I am posting all of this today. I just feel that I need to share a little about him and that he passed after talking about his having seizures last year. I am grateful that his last several months were seizure free and that he is now no longer struggling in any way. And truthfully, I’m glad he passed in his basket next to my bed rather than me holding him in a vet’s office. He hated the vet.
