About a week ago I posted in the health forum asking if anyone had any info on polycystic kidney disease because my 2 year old cat had just been diagnosed. Well today he died and I am heartbroken. He definitely had a degenerative disease, but neither me nor the vet expected to lose him this soon. It was unexpected for sure. The vet doesn't think that it was his kidneys that killed him though. He thinks it was an underlying heart issue which the emergency vet had suspected, but couldn't pinpoint for sure.
I truly believe that he waited though. He had a follow up appointment at the vet this morning and he was absolutely fine until we got there. He ate and drank and played all morning, but as soon as I was put into a room at the vet's he just collapsed and stopped breathing. They did everything they could to save him, but it happened so quickly. I am just thankful that this didn't happen at home. It was such perfect timing to be at the vet right when it happened so I can't help but think that he knew he was dying and he knew that I wouldn't be able to handle it well by myself at home. At least I need to believe that.
The worst part of all this is that my husband is a Navy pilot and for the past week the planes that his squadron uses have been broken, canceling flights like crazy. And today? Of course the planes are fixed and he's flying until later tonight. Meepers may have had good timing, but the Navy sure didn't
. The worst part is that this was my husband's cat. He was born to a semi-feral mother that we trapped 2 years ago. She had him a week after we trapped her. He was an only child and she tried to abandon him as soon as he was born. He was the one who had to cut the umbilical cord and clean him up, because his mother wouldn't do it. So he's has always had a connection to him and I know he's going to be so heartbroken when he gets home tonight
. I don't even know how to tell him.
I truly believe that he waited though. He had a follow up appointment at the vet this morning and he was absolutely fine until we got there. He ate and drank and played all morning, but as soon as I was put into a room at the vet's he just collapsed and stopped breathing. They did everything they could to save him, but it happened so quickly. I am just thankful that this didn't happen at home. It was such perfect timing to be at the vet right when it happened so I can't help but think that he knew he was dying and he knew that I wouldn't be able to handle it well by myself at home. At least I need to believe that.
The worst part of all this is that my husband is a Navy pilot and for the past week the planes that his squadron uses have been broken, canceling flights like crazy. And today? Of course the planes are fixed and he's flying until later tonight. Meepers may have had good timing, but the Navy sure didn't