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I originally posted here in early November about Huckleberry's vet visit (diagnosed with dehydration, anorexia, and chronic kidney failure). I was given the option of treating him, but the vet was more advising of putting him down because of the circumstances. I decided to treat him and I got an overwhelming amount of support here which still really means SO MUCH to me:
http://www.thecatsite.com/t/287515/please-send-prayers-and-positive-thoughts-toward-huckleberry
He was doing really well from the beginning of December. He started eating a healthy amount of food and his water intake was exceptional... he was gaining some weight. His energy wasn't fully there, he never started "playing" again... he was always so playful, with Levi and with me. He was more loving and affectionate over the past couple months; he just wanted to sit in my lap, get in my face, and give me kisses. He just wanted to be next to me. I was happy with the strides he was making. It was then expected that every day was a day that he would be getting better.
Early in this past week, I noticed he started eating less and was being more vocal than usual. Wednesday when I got home he was crying and I noticed him walking unbalanced, which brought back vivid memories from when I took him into the vet. He jumped up into the kitchen sink, where he loves to drink water. So I turned the water on a little as usual and walked away. I heard of jump on the floor a minute later, which means he's done. So I walked back over and turned the water off and then he starts puking all over the floor (just water and bile). I start to freak out and don't know what to do, I start saying "OH MY GOD Huckleberry what's wrong? Huckleberry what's wrong???" Then I start cleaning it up... he jumps back into the sink and I turn on the water and continue cleaning. I'm finished cleaning when he jumps down again and throws up the same amount. He then tried to jump back into the sink, he didn't reach it and landed on his side. He looked at me and I looked at him. My mind went through several things at once and I just thought "Oh my God I can't do this again." I said I would try. I would give it a shot. And I did. Financially, emotionally, and for his quality of life I can not do this again. I called my mom (who helped me with the finances of treating Huckleberry) and told her what was going on and what my decision was. I called the animal clinic and, under the circumstances, they booked me within the next hour.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Huckleberry just turned 9 years old. I love him so much and he will always be a part of my life. Since Wednesday night, I've been doing better than I thought. I think that if I chose to put him down back in November, I would've been a mess. I'm glad I got to spend the last few months with him... I'm glad I gave it a try. Ultimately, I'm glad to have had him. Rest in peace Huckleberry. I don't think I will go a day without thinking of you... and smiling.
http://www.thecatsite.com/t/287515/please-send-prayers-and-positive-thoughts-toward-huckleberry
He was doing really well from the beginning of December. He started eating a healthy amount of food and his water intake was exceptional... he was gaining some weight. His energy wasn't fully there, he never started "playing" again... he was always so playful, with Levi and with me. He was more loving and affectionate over the past couple months; he just wanted to sit in my lap, get in my face, and give me kisses. He just wanted to be next to me. I was happy with the strides he was making. It was then expected that every day was a day that he would be getting better.
Early in this past week, I noticed he started eating less and was being more vocal than usual. Wednesday when I got home he was crying and I noticed him walking unbalanced, which brought back vivid memories from when I took him into the vet. He jumped up into the kitchen sink, where he loves to drink water. So I turned the water on a little as usual and walked away. I heard of jump on the floor a minute later, which means he's done. So I walked back over and turned the water off and then he starts puking all over the floor (just water and bile). I start to freak out and don't know what to do, I start saying "OH MY GOD Huckleberry what's wrong? Huckleberry what's wrong???" Then I start cleaning it up... he jumps back into the sink and I turn on the water and continue cleaning. I'm finished cleaning when he jumps down again and throws up the same amount. He then tried to jump back into the sink, he didn't reach it and landed on his side. He looked at me and I looked at him. My mind went through several things at once and I just thought "Oh my God I can't do this again." I said I would try. I would give it a shot. And I did. Financially, emotionally, and for his quality of life I can not do this again. I called my mom (who helped me with the finances of treating Huckleberry) and told her what was going on and what my decision was. I called the animal clinic and, under the circumstances, they booked me within the next hour.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Huckleberry just turned 9 years old. I love him so much and he will always be a part of my life. Since Wednesday night, I've been doing better than I thought. I think that if I chose to put him down back in November, I would've been a mess. I'm glad I got to spend the last few months with him... I'm glad I gave it a try. Ultimately, I'm glad to have had him. Rest in peace Huckleberry. I don't think I will go a day without thinking of you... and smiling.
