Hello all. I am new here, but I stumbled onto this site while looking for comfort. A week ago this morning, at 2:45 am, my family and I had to make the horrible choice to put our beloved friend and buddy, Oreo, to sleep. He woke us up around midnight screaming, and by the time I got downstairs from the third floor where I was sleeping soundly, my husband and son had already gotten him in the car and were off to the 24 hour emergency vet, 30 minutes away. Oreo could not use his back legs at all, and was clearly in horrible pain.
My husband called me about an hour later, telling me that we would have to put Oreo to sleep. I demanded to talk to the doctor, and have him explain and convince me of this. He did so in short order. Oreo had a saddle thrombosis. I'm sure many of you out there know what that is, but to me it was brand new. The clot that had traveled from his heart hade lodged in his leg arteries, and paralyzed them. The doctor let me know that the cats who survive this with any quality of life are quite rare, among the many he has seen. Basically, I had a cat with heart disease, who could have a reoccurrence at any time.
Oreo was the light in all of our lives. He was only seven. I am just beginning to deal with the guilt and sorrow that I know are normal. We are going to get some photos of him printed this week, and make a collage for display in our home. Also (and oddly enough, this has been my one smiling moment since his death), I ordered a set of vanitylicense plates (very common
here in Maine, but something I’ve always scorned), that says “My Bud-E”, since that is what I always called him. It was the last thing I said to him: “You’ll always be my buddy.” Thanks to all of you for listening.
My husband called me about an hour later, telling me that we would have to put Oreo to sleep. I demanded to talk to the doctor, and have him explain and convince me of this. He did so in short order. Oreo had a saddle thrombosis. I'm sure many of you out there know what that is, but to me it was brand new. The clot that had traveled from his heart hade lodged in his leg arteries, and paralyzed them. The doctor let me know that the cats who survive this with any quality of life are quite rare, among the many he has seen. Basically, I had a cat with heart disease, who could have a reoccurrence at any time.
Oreo was the light in all of our lives. He was only seven. I am just beginning to deal with the guilt and sorrow that I know are normal. We are going to get some photos of him printed this week, and make a collage for display in our home. Also (and oddly enough, this has been my one smiling moment since his death), I ordered a set of vanitylicense plates (very common
here in Maine, but something I’ve always scorned), that says “My Bud-E”, since that is what I always called him. It was the last thing I said to him: “You’ll always be my buddy.” Thanks to all of you for listening.
