Everyone, I am a wreck, but wanted to share this anyway..
5 years ago my wife found a stray kitten under a bush at her job. We took him to the vet, go him all his shots, and brought him him. We bottle fed him, got him all kinds of toys, a comfy bed, and he even got along with all our ferrets, which was awesome. He was like their big furry brother . We named him Jaya, after one of my favorite bands, Jaya the Cat.
In 2014, shortly after my daughter was born, we noticed that Jaya wasn't right. He was unable to urinate, so we took him to the vet, they fixed him up. A day later, he was blocked again. We brought him back, and they suggested to do a PU surgery, but we decided to try again, so they kept him over night and released him. 2 days later, he blocked, again . We brought him back, and decided to get the PU surgery done. He even had to spend a night at the emergency vet before his surgery. It was rough. Jaya really HATED the vet, it stressed him out, made him cry, and you could tell he didn't want to be there...even if they were helping him . It was scary to see him so distressed and angry, but we had to help him out.
After his PU surgery, he seemed fine. We got him a water fountain, prescription food, wet food, multiple litter boxes, natural medicines for his kindeys/urinary tract. Nothing seemed wrong. He peed, played with his laser, slept with us in bed, ate, and was always our little baby boy. He did have 2-3 episodes (UTI) but the vet fixed him up with some antibiotics and expressing his bladder. They did xrays and urine analysis as well, just to make sure, but nothing was out of the ordinary each time he went.
Moving on.....
On August 6th, Jaya just seemed out of it. He peed, pooped and then ate a bit, but I noticed he threw up a couple times. He was exhibiting the same things as before, so I gave him some apple cider vinegar, some antibiotics, and let him sleep. That day, we had to go out, so we let him stay in there with his own water, litter box and bowl of food. By Sunday, he just didn't seem up to anything. He was peeing a lot, but there was a lot of blood mixed in with it as well, and the antibiotics didn't seem to be helping. We kept giving him fluids, and trying to feed him, but he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep. I was working that day too, so I was really stressed out. My wife cared for him while I was at work, and kept me updated, but I still came home at lunch to check on him. Monday, he did drink a bit, peed, and slept. He even jumped up on the bed and tried to drink out of the toilet, but then went right back to sleeping. That night, we gave him a bath and got him nice and clean, but I knew....
On August 9th, I woke up 2-3 times to check on him in the bathroom (one of his favorite sleeping spots). At 6:00 am, I went in again, right before I had to go to work. He was covered in blankets, breathing really slowly. I brought him outside, held him, pet him, told him I loved him, that I was sorry, and that didn't have to hang on anymore...right after that he passed away in my arms while on the porch.
Jaya, I am sorry buddy. I tried, I am sorry I didn't have enough money to help you out again. I am a terrible person, and even though you arent suffering anymore, I won't ever forgive myself.. I don't think me or my wife will ever get over losing you. If I was rich, I would have done anything I could to help you . I am still paying off all the vet trips and surgery .
5 years ago my wife found a stray kitten under a bush at her job. We took him to the vet, go him all his shots, and brought him him. We bottle fed him, got him all kinds of toys, a comfy bed, and he even got along with all our ferrets, which was awesome. He was like their big furry brother . We named him Jaya, after one of my favorite bands, Jaya the Cat.
In 2014, shortly after my daughter was born, we noticed that Jaya wasn't right. He was unable to urinate, so we took him to the vet, they fixed him up. A day later, he was blocked again. We brought him back, and they suggested to do a PU surgery, but we decided to try again, so they kept him over night and released him. 2 days later, he blocked, again . We brought him back, and decided to get the PU surgery done. He even had to spend a night at the emergency vet before his surgery. It was rough. Jaya really HATED the vet, it stressed him out, made him cry, and you could tell he didn't want to be there...even if they were helping him . It was scary to see him so distressed and angry, but we had to help him out.
After his PU surgery, he seemed fine. We got him a water fountain, prescription food, wet food, multiple litter boxes, natural medicines for his kindeys/urinary tract. Nothing seemed wrong. He peed, played with his laser, slept with us in bed, ate, and was always our little baby boy. He did have 2-3 episodes (UTI) but the vet fixed him up with some antibiotics and expressing his bladder. They did xrays and urine analysis as well, just to make sure, but nothing was out of the ordinary each time he went.
Moving on.....
On August 6th, Jaya just seemed out of it. He peed, pooped and then ate a bit, but I noticed he threw up a couple times. He was exhibiting the same things as before, so I gave him some apple cider vinegar, some antibiotics, and let him sleep. That day, we had to go out, so we let him stay in there with his own water, litter box and bowl of food. By Sunday, he just didn't seem up to anything. He was peeing a lot, but there was a lot of blood mixed in with it as well, and the antibiotics didn't seem to be helping. We kept giving him fluids, and trying to feed him, but he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep. I was working that day too, so I was really stressed out. My wife cared for him while I was at work, and kept me updated, but I still came home at lunch to check on him. Monday, he did drink a bit, peed, and slept. He even jumped up on the bed and tried to drink out of the toilet, but then went right back to sleeping. That night, we gave him a bath and got him nice and clean, but I knew....
On August 9th, I woke up 2-3 times to check on him in the bathroom (one of his favorite sleeping spots). At 6:00 am, I went in again, right before I had to go to work. He was covered in blankets, breathing really slowly. I brought him outside, held him, pet him, told him I loved him, that I was sorry, and that didn't have to hang on anymore...right after that he passed away in my arms while on the porch.
Jaya, I am sorry buddy. I tried, I am sorry I didn't have enough money to help you out again. I am a terrible person, and even though you arent suffering anymore, I won't ever forgive myself.. I don't think me or my wife will ever get over losing you. If I was rich, I would have done anything I could to help you . I am still paying off all the vet trips and surgery .