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We took our beloved Muldoon to the vet on Wednesday. He had a chronic problem with runny eyes. It was a relentless allergy but if we were
faithful in administering eye drops each night, the problem stayed in check. Well, we ran out of drops a few weeks ago and his eyes were looking bad. We called the vet and they said they couldn't sell us the drops unless we brought him in. So my wife and I, who assumed the roles of caretakers for Muldoon, did what we felt was right in putting him in his carrier and going to the vet. After a few hours of waiting, the doctor saw us and looked him over. We told him we needed the drops and that was pretty muc h it. The doctor, however, felt it would be a good idea if ol Muldoon had a good shot of Cortisone. I have reservations about steroids, but this has been our clinic for over thirty years, and this fairly new addition to the staff seemed very ernest and committed to doing what is right for the animal. So, who were we to question him. He is afterall, the doctor. Remember, all we wanted, and all we needed were the silly drops.
I had to leave town late Wednesday and got back Thursday evening around eight. We started rounding up our cats and came up one short. We couldn't find Muldoon, who is strictly and indoor cat. I was aware of some of the hidden places he liked to go to, so I started looking around the laundry room and there he lay, on top of some plastic tubs. The problem was, he was dead. He looked like he was resting, except his head was hanging backward off the edge of the tub. Judging by his stiffness, he had probably been dead five or six hours. That discovery was made at 10pm cst. It is now 6:43 and I haven't come close to sleeping. It took me a few hours to gather my thoughts and I now plan to take him to another clinic for an autopsy. If the findings indicate death by injection of cortisone, I will pursue a path or reconcilliation. I don't know what it will consist of, but I feel I must out of respect for Muldoon, and out of guilt for my turning him over to soneone who executed him. I let my cat down. I"ve always protected him against the elements, dogs, cars, you name it. I just didn't feel it necessary to protect him from the vet, but apparently that is the case. I can't yet prove it was the steroid that killed him. I also can't prove the Sun will rise tomorrow morning, but I"m pretty sure it will. I will however, get concrete proof of his cause of death before I go saber rattling. I know beating up on a Cat Doctor isn't going to bring him back. However, if is confirmed this was the cause of death, I want to receive a well written, or well spoken explanation from the doctor as to why he would recommend a life threatening injection, for a conditon that was kept under control by damn eye drops. All we wanted was eye drops, and the cat made the mistake of putting his trust in us. He couldn't act for himself, so he had no choice but to trust us. We let him down, plain and simple. I have a closer connection to cats than most people. I would never put the word "just" in front of the words "a cat". Their lives are very important to me and to them, and this loss of this companion, this good friend is something I'll will have a hard time finding closure for. I realize there were elements out of what might be considered out of my reasonable control, but as far as I'm concerned, the buck stops with me when it comes to the life and death of my cats. It's on me.
Take time to love your pets today. Thankfully I usually made a good five or ten minutes everyday for all of mine. Muldoon sat in my lap for a few hours before I left town on Wednesday and I'm so glad I had that final connection with him. If you are busy, make time for them anyway. You might regret it if you don't
faithful in administering eye drops each night, the problem stayed in check. Well, we ran out of drops a few weeks ago and his eyes were looking bad. We called the vet and they said they couldn't sell us the drops unless we brought him in. So my wife and I, who assumed the roles of caretakers for Muldoon, did what we felt was right in putting him in his carrier and going to the vet. After a few hours of waiting, the doctor saw us and looked him over. We told him we needed the drops and that was pretty muc h it. The doctor, however, felt it would be a good idea if ol Muldoon had a good shot of Cortisone. I have reservations about steroids, but this has been our clinic for over thirty years, and this fairly new addition to the staff seemed very ernest and committed to doing what is right for the animal. So, who were we to question him. He is afterall, the doctor. Remember, all we wanted, and all we needed were the silly drops.
I had to leave town late Wednesday and got back Thursday evening around eight. We started rounding up our cats and came up one short. We couldn't find Muldoon, who is strictly and indoor cat. I was aware of some of the hidden places he liked to go to, so I started looking around the laundry room and there he lay, on top of some plastic tubs. The problem was, he was dead. He looked like he was resting, except his head was hanging backward off the edge of the tub. Judging by his stiffness, he had probably been dead five or six hours. That discovery was made at 10pm cst. It is now 6:43 and I haven't come close to sleeping. It took me a few hours to gather my thoughts and I now plan to take him to another clinic for an autopsy. If the findings indicate death by injection of cortisone, I will pursue a path or reconcilliation. I don't know what it will consist of, but I feel I must out of respect for Muldoon, and out of guilt for my turning him over to soneone who executed him. I let my cat down. I"ve always protected him against the elements, dogs, cars, you name it. I just didn't feel it necessary to protect him from the vet, but apparently that is the case. I can't yet prove it was the steroid that killed him. I also can't prove the Sun will rise tomorrow morning, but I"m pretty sure it will. I will however, get concrete proof of his cause of death before I go saber rattling. I know beating up on a Cat Doctor isn't going to bring him back. However, if is confirmed this was the cause of death, I want to receive a well written, or well spoken explanation from the doctor as to why he would recommend a life threatening injection, for a conditon that was kept under control by damn eye drops. All we wanted was eye drops, and the cat made the mistake of putting his trust in us. He couldn't act for himself, so he had no choice but to trust us. We let him down, plain and simple. I have a closer connection to cats than most people. I would never put the word "just" in front of the words "a cat". Their lives are very important to me and to them, and this loss of this companion, this good friend is something I'll will have a hard time finding closure for. I realize there were elements out of what might be considered out of my reasonable control, but as far as I'm concerned, the buck stops with me when it comes to the life and death of my cats. It's on me.
Take time to love your pets today. Thankfully I usually made a good five or ten minutes everyday for all of mine. Muldoon sat in my lap for a few hours before I left town on Wednesday and I'm so glad I had that final connection with him. If you are busy, make time for them anyway. You might regret it if you don't