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I was on here over a month ago nearly evryday and then my fiance decided that dumping me and basically putting me and our kids (our 5 cats) through a "divorce" to go be with my now xbestfriend was a great idea. The relationship was horrible anyway and the kiddos and I seemed to be coping well...
Then Cobee started acting out (he's my big boy, a year and a half old and well over 16 lbs last we checked...all muscle, hes also the guard dog lol) I couldnt figure it out he was being pissy with hsi "babies" (our adopted kittens that he has so lovingly become the mother too lol)
The other 2 seemed fine Brain and Goffer but Billy seemed to have lost his appetite.
I took him to the vet explained the stress that had been going on in the apartment/family lately (cops every other night, her trying to break in, me being a wreck and so depressed I had to force myself out of bed to give them water and food...) the vet wrote it off as stress related and we went home.
A week later I came home and he was under the dresser screaming in agony. I freaked out. I have never experienced this before... he was stiff, breaths were raspy, fluidly and pretty shallow. He was having seizures and had lost all control of bladder and bowel functions. I was horrified - it was midnight, I have no car, no way to get anywhere.... so I called my mom, sobbing (Billy was my little boy, he's the only kiddo I was "allowed" to pick out and I fell inlove with him automatically - we had his littermate "lilly" too but she died fairly early on from Feline Lukemia)
Anyway she left work and came to my place and we went to an emergency vet. I spent 2 hours and all they could tell me was to come back in the morning, and gave me an outrageous bill and some pain killers for him. So I went home with him and stayed awake all night with him asleep or crying on my chest. The next morning we went to the vet (my vet) and I broke, we learned he had Feline Lukemia as well.
We put him down that day, and I held him until he went.
I dont think Ive ever been this attached to a pet or thought of an animal as my child before.
Ive cleaned the whole apartment with this soap they use at the hosptial that kills the HIV Virus. Ive washed everything 4 and 5 times taken the other 4 to the vet and everyone is seeming ok - I have a list of symptoms and at every cough Im like in there faces... Im sure theyre like "Dad, stop it!" lol. I just care.
My x is taking her kitty, Crack Cat, named accordingly to her previous home. And then I will have Brain, Goffer, and Cobee... Cobee is getting upset, all his babies are disappearing.
RIP Billy.
Then Cobee started acting out (he's my big boy, a year and a half old and well over 16 lbs last we checked...all muscle, hes also the guard dog lol) I couldnt figure it out he was being pissy with hsi "babies" (our adopted kittens that he has so lovingly become the mother too lol)
The other 2 seemed fine Brain and Goffer but Billy seemed to have lost his appetite.
I took him to the vet explained the stress that had been going on in the apartment/family lately (cops every other night, her trying to break in, me being a wreck and so depressed I had to force myself out of bed to give them water and food...) the vet wrote it off as stress related and we went home.
A week later I came home and he was under the dresser screaming in agony. I freaked out. I have never experienced this before... he was stiff, breaths were raspy, fluidly and pretty shallow. He was having seizures and had lost all control of bladder and bowel functions. I was horrified - it was midnight, I have no car, no way to get anywhere.... so I called my mom, sobbing (Billy was my little boy, he's the only kiddo I was "allowed" to pick out and I fell inlove with him automatically - we had his littermate "lilly" too but she died fairly early on from Feline Lukemia)
Anyway she left work and came to my place and we went to an emergency vet. I spent 2 hours and all they could tell me was to come back in the morning, and gave me an outrageous bill and some pain killers for him. So I went home with him and stayed awake all night with him asleep or crying on my chest. The next morning we went to the vet (my vet) and I broke, we learned he had Feline Lukemia as well.
We put him down that day, and I held him until he went.
I dont think Ive ever been this attached to a pet or thought of an animal as my child before.
Ive cleaned the whole apartment with this soap they use at the hosptial that kills the HIV Virus. Ive washed everything 4 and 5 times taken the other 4 to the vet and everyone is seeming ok - I have a list of symptoms and at every cough Im like in there faces... Im sure theyre like "Dad, stop it!" lol. I just care.
My x is taking her kitty, Crack Cat, named accordingly to her previous home. And then I will have Brain, Goffer, and Cobee... Cobee is getting upset, all his babies are disappearing.
RIP Billy.
