Grieving my orange brain cell
Long story short. We came back from our two week trip the cats have been taken care off, today may 9th (my two boys birthday to turn 9!!) I get a text “he seems a bit off he didn’t want to eat, keep an eye on him when you return” no biggie - I’ll be there late night.
Well all biggie.
At 7:40pm we see my little friend go upstairs towards the bathroom it seems. Brother cat checked a few times on him (went up and down the same direction)
We came home around 10 pm - only getting greetings from one cat. Which is off. So I’m looking for the other. To find him in the bathtub - open mouth breathing , lethargic, not able to stand up , immediately took him downstairs - checking trying to hydrate him - calling our vet to figure out the vet on call. Within 30 min I was there, my cat got taken right away into triage and I was asked if CPR is allowed. I started crying and breaking down. Said yes.
I knew while I was waiting this isn’t good.
I was hopeful it is just a flare up of his chronic UTI - maybe some crystals maybe some blood. We can clear the blockage. But his breathing and how I found him. That was just not the same symptoms as I noticed when first adopting him & realizing he has an UTI though “deemed to be healthy, unknown reasons for surrendering” ….
Doc came in. Cong heart failure - water between lungs and wall (should be free so lungs can pump up and down) … she couldn’t guarantee we can prolong his life. We can try getting him out of the situation and check maybe getting medicine to treat his now cardiac disease if we can get it to that point.
I sadly knew. It was it. I made the hardest decision on my cats ninth birthday to end his life and suffering a bit after midnight. On mothersday - he was put down, I comforted him, he had his head on my hand palm , I kissed his forehead and we had head to head contact I looked him into the eyes when he got sedated and then when he was administered and his soul escaped his body.
I took him home, so brother cat can grieve. But not much has happened. I took him out of the box to hold him and then brother cat came to see and check. But still hissed at him.
My 3 year old wanted to put a blanket around him and showed my husband and her little baby brother that the cat is hurt (bandaid on the wrist from
iV) and that this is his bed now.
I am so so so sad.