We adopted 6 month old Pooka (Poo) two days after we moved into our new house. She had been sniffing around the doorstep of a friend, running with a stray crowd. We brought her home, took her to the vet for all her vaccs, wormed her, defleaed her, and tried to make her comfortable during the socialization process. Luckily she took to us right away, and seemed generally relieved to not be on the streets anymore.
Poo was with us through getting married, travel, house updates, and all the other things that come with daily life. She was rounding the corner for her fifth birthday in a few months.
A week ago Sunday, we noticed she was hiding and stand-offish. We would see her go for food and water though, so we figured she was just needing some space. By Monday, we we knew something was really wrong. We took her to the vet, and they worked on her for two days. They could tell something was attacking her liver, but didn't know what. They retested for the Feline Leuk and HIV, as the vet said those tests can give false negatives sometimes. They were still negative. While they were trying to figure it out, her liver started to fail, and she began internally bleeding. They gave her clotters to stop it, but her little body just couldn't hold out for the test results to come back. She died at 4pm last Tuesday. We are still not sure what caused the liver failure, but we ruled out anything infectious (from or to our other kitty) or food/intake related.
The vet cleaned her, removed all the tubes/tape, and curled her up in a little cardboard coffin. She looked just like she was taking her afternoon nap. My husband and I petted her, and put in her favorite "sleeptime mousey" toy. In the five years I've been with my husband, I've never seen him cry like this. She really was our first baby, and the house is not the same without her. The only way I got through it all was to realize that she is always with us that way, watching over us.
Sweet Poo, we love you!
Poo was with us through getting married, travel, house updates, and all the other things that come with daily life. She was rounding the corner for her fifth birthday in a few months.
A week ago Sunday, we noticed she was hiding and stand-offish. We would see her go for food and water though, so we figured she was just needing some space. By Monday, we we knew something was really wrong. We took her to the vet, and they worked on her for two days. They could tell something was attacking her liver, but didn't know what. They retested for the Feline Leuk and HIV, as the vet said those tests can give false negatives sometimes. They were still negative. While they were trying to figure it out, her liver started to fail, and she began internally bleeding. They gave her clotters to stop it, but her little body just couldn't hold out for the test results to come back. She died at 4pm last Tuesday. We are still not sure what caused the liver failure, but we ruled out anything infectious (from or to our other kitty) or food/intake related.
The vet cleaned her, removed all the tubes/tape, and curled her up in a little cardboard coffin. She looked just like she was taking her afternoon nap. My husband and I petted her, and put in her favorite "sleeptime mousey" toy. In the five years I've been with my husband, I've never seen him cry like this. She really was our first baby, and the house is not the same without her. The only way I got through it all was to realize that she is always with us that way, watching over us.
Sweet Poo, we love you!
