Hello, I've been lurking on this website on and off for 4 years but have never posted. However, I felt the need to post this to some people who might understand where I'm coming from.
Excuse any typos but I am writing this with blurry eyes from crying.
My cat, Precious, passed away Monday, March 9th, on my husband and I's 8 month anniversary. She was 14 years old. We've had her since she was just 6 weeks old, which is the majority of my life. I was in 1st grade when we got her. I keep beating myself up as she would have lived much longer if it weren't for what happened. She was very healthy, had no health problems that I knew of.
This is gonna be very long and detailed so thank you to whoever feels the strength to read it.
My husband (Titus) and I work 7am - 11pm on the weekends. Apparently as Titus fed the animals on Sat. morning, Precious escaped to the garage. Honestly, it could have even happened on Fri. night. I don't know. When we got home on Sat. night we went straight to bed. Sunday night we got out of the car and heard meows coming from the garage. We went out there and notice the door from the garage leading to outside was wide open and she is laying in an extra carseat we have. I notice she has sore on her chin and wonder if stray cats came and attacked her but she had no other visibile injuries. I picked her up and put her on the ground and she starts limping. I should have taken her to the emergecy vet at this point but Titus says he thinks she is just weak from no food/water and we need to see how she does in the morning. She drinks a little bit but meows this certain way that she does if we go on car rides and constantly lays down. I go to the store to get her some wet cat food as she doesn't touch her food but all she does is smells it and meows. I pulled her skin up and it went down very slowly. On Monday we didn't wake up until 1:30pm which is another thing that is killing me but yet another thing that I cannot change. I go look for her and she is laying down with her eyes open and breathing, but not moving. We pick her up and her head falls down and she meows a sound I will never forget. We rush her to the vet and he said that her temperature was 92 when it was supposed to be between 100-102, her gums are white, and her leg was bruised as if she had some sort of trauma, like she was hit by a car. He also thinks she might have internal bleeding as when we brought her in the vet tech said she looked like she was having trouble breathing and rushed her to the back to put oxygen on her. He says that she is almost in a vegetative state. As he is telling us this she throws up. I tell them to just euthanize her, as she has suffered long enough. I asked him if he thought it'd be the best thing and he said yes. We also asked if we would have brought her in last night would things have been different and he said no as she is old and he would have had to do emergency surgery on her as soon as she got hit by the car and even then she probably would have only had a 30% chance of surving. I don't know how he came up with that or if it's true but I'm just going to believe him because if I don't (which deep down I know I don't) I will never EVER forgive myself. They ask me if I want to watch her get euthanized and I tell them I just can't. I've already seen her in ways I wished I never would like her being completely motionless and her head going completely backwards and I don't want to see her dead.
Afterwards they ask me what I want to do with her remains and give me options that I feel like I can't make so I go to the waiting room and think. I ask the lady at the desk if she knows of any pet cemetarys and without knowing Precious' name, she says "I know that there is one called Precious Pets." Immediately I knew that's where she was to go. Not only is it called Precious Pets, but it is not even 2 minutes from both Titus' and my grandparents and my daughter's school (we drive her 20 miles to a private school). She was buried at 1pm yesterday.
I'm so sorry baby girl.
If anyone has any idea on how I can tell my 5 year old daughter, please let me know as I'm not sure exactly what to say. I have never been involved in the loss of a pet and my head feels like it is about to explode.
Here's my beautiful girl, doing what she did best. These were all taken in the 90's. I have no recent pictures of her.
Excuse any typos but I am writing this with blurry eyes from crying.
My cat, Precious, passed away Monday, March 9th, on my husband and I's 8 month anniversary. She was 14 years old. We've had her since she was just 6 weeks old, which is the majority of my life. I was in 1st grade when we got her. I keep beating myself up as she would have lived much longer if it weren't for what happened. She was very healthy, had no health problems that I knew of.
This is gonna be very long and detailed so thank you to whoever feels the strength to read it.
My husband (Titus) and I work 7am - 11pm on the weekends. Apparently as Titus fed the animals on Sat. morning, Precious escaped to the garage. Honestly, it could have even happened on Fri. night. I don't know. When we got home on Sat. night we went straight to bed. Sunday night we got out of the car and heard meows coming from the garage. We went out there and notice the door from the garage leading to outside was wide open and she is laying in an extra carseat we have. I notice she has sore on her chin and wonder if stray cats came and attacked her but she had no other visibile injuries. I picked her up and put her on the ground and she starts limping. I should have taken her to the emergecy vet at this point but Titus says he thinks she is just weak from no food/water and we need to see how she does in the morning. She drinks a little bit but meows this certain way that she does if we go on car rides and constantly lays down. I go to the store to get her some wet cat food as she doesn't touch her food but all she does is smells it and meows. I pulled her skin up and it went down very slowly. On Monday we didn't wake up until 1:30pm which is another thing that is killing me but yet another thing that I cannot change. I go look for her and she is laying down with her eyes open and breathing, but not moving. We pick her up and her head falls down and she meows a sound I will never forget. We rush her to the vet and he said that her temperature was 92 when it was supposed to be between 100-102, her gums are white, and her leg was bruised as if she had some sort of trauma, like she was hit by a car. He also thinks she might have internal bleeding as when we brought her in the vet tech said she looked like she was having trouble breathing and rushed her to the back to put oxygen on her. He says that she is almost in a vegetative state. As he is telling us this she throws up. I tell them to just euthanize her, as she has suffered long enough. I asked him if he thought it'd be the best thing and he said yes. We also asked if we would have brought her in last night would things have been different and he said no as she is old and he would have had to do emergency surgery on her as soon as she got hit by the car and even then she probably would have only had a 30% chance of surving. I don't know how he came up with that or if it's true but I'm just going to believe him because if I don't (which deep down I know I don't) I will never EVER forgive myself. They ask me if I want to watch her get euthanized and I tell them I just can't. I've already seen her in ways I wished I never would like her being completely motionless and her head going completely backwards and I don't want to see her dead.
Afterwards they ask me what I want to do with her remains and give me options that I feel like I can't make so I go to the waiting room and think. I ask the lady at the desk if she knows of any pet cemetarys and without knowing Precious' name, she says "I know that there is one called Precious Pets." Immediately I knew that's where she was to go. Not only is it called Precious Pets, but it is not even 2 minutes from both Titus' and my grandparents and my daughter's school (we drive her 20 miles to a private school). She was buried at 1pm yesterday.
I'm so sorry baby girl.
If anyone has any idea on how I can tell my 5 year old daughter, please let me know as I'm not sure exactly what to say. I have never been involved in the loss of a pet and my head feels like it is about to explode.
Here's my beautiful girl, doing what she did best. These were all taken in the 90's. I have no recent pictures of her.
