- Joined
- Jan 30, 2017
- Messages
- 6
- Purraise
- 4
I lost my cat on the 22nd of January. He was fine in the morning. My 5yo daughter gave him a pile of cat treats, more than usual, and I thought, "Oh well, lucky guy's sister is giving him the hook up!" My fiancé played with him using his feather on stick toy. It was a normal morning. Then, around noonish, he vomited. Then again. And again. It was clear and had a slimy consistency. I realized this was no hairball. I looked closely at him and he was drooling and had foam around his mouth. He just walked around aimlessly. Sometimes crying. He crouched in a position to pee, outside the box (VERY unusual), and I left him be thinking he's trying to tell me something. Nothing came out. Thinking a blockage I took him immediately to the emergency clinic. There was no blockage. He was dehydrated and his condition continued to deteriorate. The vet kept asking about anything toxic he may have ingested. There is literally nothing. NOTHING. We tore the house apart. Twice. We don't put chemicals in the toilet. He does not go outside. We have two houseplants, neither of which are toxic, and there was no plant matter in his initial vomit. He died that night. They called me and told me he wasn't going to make it. I drove Mach II down the highway to get to him but he died just a couple minutes before I got there. I am having a really hard time with this. He had abdominal pain, a bladder infection wth elevated white blood cells and some mild swelling, his blood sugar spiked but stabilized on its own, and that is all I really can retain in the moment with everything going on. I don't get it. They were certain it was a toxin. I am certain there was nothing he got into. The ONLY other thing is those cat treats. They were the 'Whiskas' brand 'Temptations' treats in a Christmas blend plastic flip-top container. I have also considered Coronavirus morphing into FIP. I am going to ask more questions when I go pick up his ashes this week. Is anyone else familiar with my experience? He was such an awesome kitty. I got him at 3wks old, a stray abandoned, and I bottle fed him. He was my baby before I had my baby. He was only 6-1/2. So much more living to do, feathers to chase, and shedding on my bed to be done. I am broken. I miss him SOOO much.