A few months ago I lost my 2-year-old One-eye (he had two eyes).
He got anemia. The vet gave him a blood transfusion and I fed him pills everyday but he still died - I was in denial the whole time. . .he just got worse and worse.
Finally, while he was still alive, I returned him to the vet.
It was hopeless.
I stayed and held his head while the vet gave him a relaxant narcotic.
His pain and suffering left and he floated in blissful tranquility while I stroked his little head. After a few minutes the vet administered a second injection which stopped his heart almost instantly. One-eye was gone.
During my crying and blubbering I told the vet and the assistant that I wanted to get two more kittens - brothers if possible. It so happened that the vet had taken in four kittens abandoned by their mother.
Two were spoken for, and two brothers were available!
I got the two brothers. 4-weeks old - they had to be bottle fed, and that's what I did.
Even though I'm still all teary-eyed and snot-nosed over One-eye these two new guys have been great! Bully was a little larger and would beat up his brother who was a pip-squeak. Thus the names "Bully & Pip".
They're now 6-months old and we sometimes call Pip "Psycho Boy" because he is really very distinctly his own personage. Bully is super affectionate.
These two will be my last two. I love them too much - knowing that I will have to see their end someday - I will never have any after them.
Life is good and life is short. Enjoy it while you can.
He got anemia. The vet gave him a blood transfusion and I fed him pills everyday but he still died - I was in denial the whole time. . .he just got worse and worse.
Finally, while he was still alive, I returned him to the vet.
It was hopeless.
I stayed and held his head while the vet gave him a relaxant narcotic.
His pain and suffering left and he floated in blissful tranquility while I stroked his little head. After a few minutes the vet administered a second injection which stopped his heart almost instantly. One-eye was gone.
During my crying and blubbering I told the vet and the assistant that I wanted to get two more kittens - brothers if possible. It so happened that the vet had taken in four kittens abandoned by their mother.
Two were spoken for, and two brothers were available!
I got the two brothers. 4-weeks old - they had to be bottle fed, and that's what I did.
Even though I'm still all teary-eyed and snot-nosed over One-eye these two new guys have been great! Bully was a little larger and would beat up his brother who was a pip-squeak. Thus the names "Bully & Pip".
They're now 6-months old and we sometimes call Pip "Psycho Boy" because he is really very distinctly his own personage. Bully is super affectionate.
These two will be my last two. I love them too much - knowing that I will have to see their end someday - I will never have any after them.
Life is good and life is short. Enjoy it while you can.