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Just got back from the animal hospital in Allentown. I went with my mother and sister to have their cat put down. He had surgery last week to remove a stone from his bladder but he didn't seem to be recovering the way he was supposed to. My sister took him to the vet on Friday and was told he was fine. This is the same vet who told me Sid was fine before he ended up in the hospital for a week. I don't think he likes cats. Anyway they took him to the hospital yesterday and he was in renal failure. They pumped him full of antibiotics and diuretics hoping he would get better, but by this morning his heart rate was erratic because of the electrolyte imbalance and he was having trouble breathing and needed oxygen. Not to mention he hadn't produced any urine. The vet said she could treat him but his prognosis would be poor and she wasn't even sure she could take him out of the oxygen tent long enough to run the necessary tests. So in the end we decided not to put him through all that.
He wasn't the nicest cat in the world. He wasn't even really a good pet. He hated to be touched. He would bite for no reason. In fact he was such a biter that we had his teeth blunted. But we loved him. He had personality. He was quirky. He got along well with our dog. He had absolutely no interest in human food, but he was known to get up onto the counter or the kitchen table to knock food off for the dog. He loved dog food. She let him eat out of her bowl as much as he wanted and would bark at people who tried to shoo him away. He loved to sit on top of the refrigerator and his favorite trick was to jump from the refrigerator to the kitchen table while we were eating. He was completely unphased by catnip, but he got hours of enjoyment from fortune cookies in little crinkly wrappers.
I'm going to miss him.
He wasn't the nicest cat in the world. He wasn't even really a good pet. He hated to be touched. He would bite for no reason. In fact he was such a biter that we had his teeth blunted. But we loved him. He had personality. He was quirky. He got along well with our dog. He had absolutely no interest in human food, but he was known to get up onto the counter or the kitchen table to knock food off for the dog. He loved dog food. She let him eat out of her bowl as much as he wanted and would bark at people who tried to shoo him away. He loved to sit on top of the refrigerator and his favorite trick was to jump from the refrigerator to the kitchen table while we were eating. He was completely unphased by catnip, but he got hours of enjoyment from fortune cookies in little crinkly wrappers.
I'm going to miss him.
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Thanks for sharing your story. Feel better.
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*hugs*