Many of you have been so helpful in the recent weeks thinking of alternatives to pain medication for our old guy Bogey, Thank You.
My DH called me on my way in to work this morning telling me something was wrong with Bogey. He said Bogey was shaking, that he couldn't walk, was throwing up and had messed on himself. He was crying and panicky so I told him I was turning around but it would take me 20 or more minutes to get home. I asked him if he could get Bogey to the vet and he said he'd try. He called me back 15 minutes later telling me he just couldn't do it. I got to the house, grabbed Bogey, wrapped him in a blanket and DH drove us to the vet.
By the time we got to the vet, Bogey had settled down. He could walk again but you could tell he wasn't himself. We weighed him and he had lost another 5 oz since last Tuesday. The vet confirmed it was most likely a seizure and told us we could run a chem panel, start phenobarbital, etc. She then told us he was tired and she would support a decision to let him go. We knew it was time. He was so scared during the seizure and we couldn't bare to ever put him through that again.
Even though we only had him 3 years, the pain of losing him is no different than the pain of losing ones we've had their entire life. 3 years ago, a friend sent me an email asking if I knew of any rescues that would take an 18 yo cat because it's people we're taking him to a kill shelter because they were tired of taking care of him. There was only one, me and my DH. The day we brought him home, we promised him that when the time came, we would allow him to rest and go peacefully in the arms of people that loved and cherished him, not on a cold metal slab, terrified and surrounded by strangers.
And that is what we did today. We let an amazing kitty find peace. I will miss him terribly.
My DH called me on my way in to work this morning telling me something was wrong with Bogey. He said Bogey was shaking, that he couldn't walk, was throwing up and had messed on himself. He was crying and panicky so I told him I was turning around but it would take me 20 or more minutes to get home. I asked him if he could get Bogey to the vet and he said he'd try. He called me back 15 minutes later telling me he just couldn't do it. I got to the house, grabbed Bogey, wrapped him in a blanket and DH drove us to the vet.
By the time we got to the vet, Bogey had settled down. He could walk again but you could tell he wasn't himself. We weighed him and he had lost another 5 oz since last Tuesday. The vet confirmed it was most likely a seizure and told us we could run a chem panel, start phenobarbital, etc. She then told us he was tired and she would support a decision to let him go. We knew it was time. He was so scared during the seizure and we couldn't bare to ever put him through that again.
Even though we only had him 3 years, the pain of losing him is no different than the pain of losing ones we've had their entire life. 3 years ago, a friend sent me an email asking if I knew of any rescues that would take an 18 yo cat because it's people we're taking him to a kill shelter because they were tired of taking care of him. There was only one, me and my DH. The day we brought him home, we promised him that when the time came, we would allow him to rest and go peacefully in the arms of people that loved and cherished him, not on a cold metal slab, terrified and surrounded by strangers.
And that is what we did today. We let an amazing kitty find peace. I will miss him terribly.
Bogey was SO incredibly lucky to have you and your DH. Thank you for saving that precious baby and giving him 3 more years of quality life. You did the right thing by letting him go. May he live forever in your heart.
I'm very sorry for your loss; at least you were able to part with him knowing that he'd had three years of loving care from you. RIP, Bogey.
Bogey 
