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This'll probably be moved into scraps. I just wanted to post it here for an addition to my little story.
When my wife and I first moved in together, everything we had in our apartment was brought in, I brought my cat Bumble, and shortly after we moved in she got her cat Idbit. Well the obvious happened and my male cat got her female pregnant before we could fix him.
Funny thing is we never knew she was pregnant until she found a corner and had the kitten. That's right, one kitten, so small that his mom didn't have a tummy. He was born on mothers day three years ago, and of course because of the circumstances, we named him Snafu.
He was the first real thing of our home for me. Bumble managed to father a few more litters, never more than two because idbit was so tiny, but Snafu was the first, and often he was the big brother for all the cats we kept with us (we stand at a healthy 6 total right now. 3 males 3 females).
Snafu is brilliant, by all cat standards. He was inquisitive, mischievous, playful, and affectionate. I've raised more than 70 cats in my life, and he fit every stereotypical definition of one. He learned to open twist-off lids by pawing at them, and adored seeing how far he could pat things before they finally fell off the table.
two months ago he started making pained noises, and would stop suddenly and squat like he was urinating, but nothing would happen. We took him to the vet and they found he had a urinary blockage. one catheter and IV drip later, they flushed out all the crystals that had formed in hsi bladder and he was fine.
Last tuesday he did it again, but this time he followed up the squatting by letting out the BIGGEST HAIRBALL I'VE EVER SEEN! And immediately after, went and ate half a can fo wet cat food like nothing was wrong. So we figured it was the hairball and forgot about it.
My wife woke Wednesday at 3am to find him laying prone on our bed, meowing painfully and otherwise unresponsive to stimulation. We drove him into the Emergency vet, and 1500 dollars later they had him on an IV flush again. Come thursday, I got a call right when i was about to leave to pick him up. He had blocked up again almost right after the Catheter was removed. Our options were to spend another 800 and try a second IV flush. spend 1500 for a surgery that would basically widen his urethra and, according to the doctor, prevent blockage by almost 95%. or we could take him home now. The vet needed an answer within 3 hours, as the surgeon was leaving for surgery of her own soon.
I sat and thought on this for an hour. My wife tried to call her mom to see if she could pay for at least the other IV flush, but her cell was off. Finally I had to accept the truth that it was either get the surgery, rr let him live in pain like this, getting IV flushes whenever he blocked.
I very silently voted for euthanasia.
It was the hardest thing I ever had to participate in.
so we drove down to the vets, it cost us 50 dollars for the injection, and another 100 for a personal cremation where we would get the ashes back. I brought along a hairband (his favorite toy), and pretty much just paced the waiting room trying not to cry as my wife filled out the papers.
They let us into a room and brought him in. he was wide awake, and mewed looking at us and had this "gonna take me home naow?" look about him. That was it for both of us, We cried and held him and let him play with the hairband and roam the little room. My wife called her moms phone again, if anything just to cry into the voicemail. Only this time it was on and she answered.
her mom said to her "Get the surgery, I'll pay for it.". I was out the door looking for a nurse in seconds. The nurse got the vet, who called to see if the opening was still there. He leane din the door, motioned at the cat carrier we had and said "you need to go NOW".
The office they performed the surgery on was across town, and the soonest we (as in, me driving my wife with the carrier) could get him there the better. I counted four camera flashes as I hit speeding cams on the freeway, and ran 2 red lights. we did 14 miles in city traffic at 9 am in 3 minutes.
I damn near slammed into the other vet office, told them I had Snafu, and crumpled bonelessly against the counter.
He had his surgery, and we found out that if we had postponed it, he probably would have died within the week. I pick him up in a little over 6 hours, and am still so emotionally drained from that roller coaster ride of a day that it's hard to focus.
anywho. will post a picture of him when he is back. until then here's Snaf as a kitten, being cute
When my wife and I first moved in together, everything we had in our apartment was brought in, I brought my cat Bumble, and shortly after we moved in she got her cat Idbit. Well the obvious happened and my male cat got her female pregnant before we could fix him.
Funny thing is we never knew she was pregnant until she found a corner and had the kitten. That's right, one kitten, so small that his mom didn't have a tummy. He was born on mothers day three years ago, and of course because of the circumstances, we named him Snafu.
He was the first real thing of our home for me. Bumble managed to father a few more litters, never more than two because idbit was so tiny, but Snafu was the first, and often he was the big brother for all the cats we kept with us (we stand at a healthy 6 total right now. 3 males 3 females).
Snafu is brilliant, by all cat standards. He was inquisitive, mischievous, playful, and affectionate. I've raised more than 70 cats in my life, and he fit every stereotypical definition of one. He learned to open twist-off lids by pawing at them, and adored seeing how far he could pat things before they finally fell off the table.
two months ago he started making pained noises, and would stop suddenly and squat like he was urinating, but nothing would happen. We took him to the vet and they found he had a urinary blockage. one catheter and IV drip later, they flushed out all the crystals that had formed in hsi bladder and he was fine.
Last tuesday he did it again, but this time he followed up the squatting by letting out the BIGGEST HAIRBALL I'VE EVER SEEN! And immediately after, went and ate half a can fo wet cat food like nothing was wrong. So we figured it was the hairball and forgot about it.
My wife woke Wednesday at 3am to find him laying prone on our bed, meowing painfully and otherwise unresponsive to stimulation. We drove him into the Emergency vet, and 1500 dollars later they had him on an IV flush again. Come thursday, I got a call right when i was about to leave to pick him up. He had blocked up again almost right after the Catheter was removed. Our options were to spend another 800 and try a second IV flush. spend 1500 for a surgery that would basically widen his urethra and, according to the doctor, prevent blockage by almost 95%. or we could take him home now. The vet needed an answer within 3 hours, as the surgeon was leaving for surgery of her own soon.
I sat and thought on this for an hour. My wife tried to call her mom to see if she could pay for at least the other IV flush, but her cell was off. Finally I had to accept the truth that it was either get the surgery, rr let him live in pain like this, getting IV flushes whenever he blocked.
I very silently voted for euthanasia.
It was the hardest thing I ever had to participate in.
so we drove down to the vets, it cost us 50 dollars for the injection, and another 100 for a personal cremation where we would get the ashes back. I brought along a hairband (his favorite toy), and pretty much just paced the waiting room trying not to cry as my wife filled out the papers.
They let us into a room and brought him in. he was wide awake, and mewed looking at us and had this "gonna take me home naow?" look about him. That was it for both of us, We cried and held him and let him play with the hairband and roam the little room. My wife called her moms phone again, if anything just to cry into the voicemail. Only this time it was on and she answered.
her mom said to her "Get the surgery, I'll pay for it.". I was out the door looking for a nurse in seconds. The nurse got the vet, who called to see if the opening was still there. He leane din the door, motioned at the cat carrier we had and said "you need to go NOW".
The office they performed the surgery on was across town, and the soonest we (as in, me driving my wife with the carrier) could get him there the better. I counted four camera flashes as I hit speeding cams on the freeway, and ran 2 red lights. we did 14 miles in city traffic at 9 am in 3 minutes.
I damn near slammed into the other vet office, told them I had Snafu, and crumpled bonelessly against the counter.
He had his surgery, and we found out that if we had postponed it, he probably would have died within the week. I pick him up in a little over 6 hours, and am still so emotionally drained from that roller coaster ride of a day that it's hard to focus.
anywho. will post a picture of him when he is back. until then here's Snaf as a kitten, being cute
Category Photography / Animal related (non-anthro)
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