Hello, this is going to be long and very sad for me to bring up and will make me angry all over again too. When I was living alone, before I met Yvonne I had a very special little black and white female kitty named Peanut because she was so small. I had her for a very long time. She came with me when I got married and moved to Yvonne's house.
One day I noticed she had some goffy looking white stuff coming out of her urinary tract. So I took her to the vet just down the road from me [not the same one I go to now] and she gave me some antibiots for her which did the trick. She told me if the discharge comes back she will do the surgery and get her "fixed". I think she was about 7 or 8 years old at the time. Anyway it did come back in about 6 months, but she didn't seem to have any other major problems.
So I took Peanut back, they did surgery, I pick her up and she is just a heap in my arms. Really weak, can't hardly walk or take care of herself. I thought what the hell is going on here!!!!!!!!! but she said she will get better in a day or so. I took her home with me and just as I figured she couldn't even feed herself. I called the vet and bitched, sorry for the language but I am still steamed over this and she tells me to bring her back to stay over night for fluids and whatever else she did with her. The next day was a friday so I get her and still no better. We couldn't get her to eat and she was going down hill fast.
By sunday we could not find her, somehow she mustered up enough strength to get upstairs and was under a bed ready to die. I got her out and ran her to a hospital that the vet said was set up to take her emergency stuff. Well we walk into this place and the dr on call goes wild because he had no idea who this vet was. He looked over Peanut and did a bunch of blood work and Xrays while we waited. He said she was very sick and he would do what he could. He was just great to Peanut and us after I told him the whole story. He told me what he figured was wrong and what he could do to try and help her. I finally had to ask what all this was going to cost. He told me for $150 he could get a good idea on what was happening to my baby. I cried and had to leave Peanut there. I would go and see her every day. She was in a incubator with tubes in her on meds and draining infection and all kinds of stuff. She came around to where she could sit up and knew what was going on around her. Then after about 4 days like this he calls and tells me she is getting fluid in her chest cavity, and he has drained it a couple times and it fills up again and that her kidneys were shutting down.
He also said he couldn't put any more fluids in her because it was building up under the skin so bad. He said that even if the fluids in the chest cavity had stopped she still would not make it because of her kidneys shutting down so I had to give the OK to end my babys life. But I wanted to see her one last time to say goodby. I get there and she is sitting up and they had her all cleaned up nice for me and out of the incubator so I could touch and talk to her but she wouldn't even look at me or lick my hand or anything, I can't tell you how much that hurt me, it was like she was blaming me for being there.
He wanted to know if I wanted to hold her when they gave her the shot but I just couldn't, I asked if they could make a little box for her to bring her home to burry her and not see her, I wanted my last time to see her to be when she was still alive.
When all this was done I had to go and pay for all he did to try and save Peanut. I knew he went way over the $150 he told me it would cost. The dr came out front and wispered to the girl to keep the bill to about $150. She had a list of everything he had done for Peanut and I got a look at it. He charged me $150 for what was probably a $600 bill.
I asked him if the vet working on her while she was infected is what caused all the problems, He got a weird look on his face like he wanted to blow up at this idiot vet who operated on her without having her on antibiotics before the surgery. He bit his lip and said he couldn't tell if that was the case but I knew it was before I got her there and he did to. At least that was my gut feeling on the whole mess.
I just couldn't believe that my little Peanut went from a little discharge to being dead in just a few days. The worst part of it was the vet who did the surgery charged me another $100 to keep Peanut over night and still didn't help her. I was just f'ing wild!!!!!!!! I go to pick her up the next day and she hands me my baby all covered in pee and poop, she wouldn't even take the time to clean her up!!!!!!!! I did at the time and still blame that vet for killing my kitty. She never even called to see how she was doing. I stopped in there to tell her Peanut died in a hospital and she was like so what, she got her money out of me. Needless to say I have never gone back there again.
I guess I am wondering if any of you who know alot about UTI and surgery feel that I am right in thinking that her doing the surgery caused the infection to spread so bad it killed her? Am I right to be still so upset about this even though it was probably 5 years ago? I have gone from crying to wanting to go and bash that vets teeth in just telling this story.
All this is true, Yvonne can back me up on this if need be. Also don't worry if any of you agree with my feelings on this but are afraid to tell me, I am not going to go start trouble over this with that vet. I guess I just want to get others feelings on this or if anyone else has had anything like this happen to them.
It seems strange but I see alot of Peanut in Tuffy, they both have allot of the same little quirks. Maybe Tuffy finding me was gods way of letting me also have Peanut back for a while longer.
Like I said this was going to be long and sad but this has botherd me since it happend. Tuffy's vet wouldn't operate on him till she is sure his infection was gone and doing a male is allot less invasive [sp?] then doing a female. At least that is my impression on this stuff.
http://photobucket.com/albums/v313/T...rrent=scan.jpg
Here is the only picture I have of my little Peanut, taken shortly before she was taken from me.
One day I noticed she had some goffy looking white stuff coming out of her urinary tract. So I took her to the vet just down the road from me [not the same one I go to now] and she gave me some antibiots for her which did the trick. She told me if the discharge comes back she will do the surgery and get her "fixed". I think she was about 7 or 8 years old at the time. Anyway it did come back in about 6 months, but she didn't seem to have any other major problems.
So I took Peanut back, they did surgery, I pick her up and she is just a heap in my arms. Really weak, can't hardly walk or take care of herself. I thought what the hell is going on here!!!!!!!!! but she said she will get better in a day or so. I took her home with me and just as I figured she couldn't even feed herself. I called the vet and bitched, sorry for the language but I am still steamed over this and she tells me to bring her back to stay over night for fluids and whatever else she did with her. The next day was a friday so I get her and still no better. We couldn't get her to eat and she was going down hill fast.
By sunday we could not find her, somehow she mustered up enough strength to get upstairs and was under a bed ready to die. I got her out and ran her to a hospital that the vet said was set up to take her emergency stuff. Well we walk into this place and the dr on call goes wild because he had no idea who this vet was. He looked over Peanut and did a bunch of blood work and Xrays while we waited. He said she was very sick and he would do what he could. He was just great to Peanut and us after I told him the whole story. He told me what he figured was wrong and what he could do to try and help her. I finally had to ask what all this was going to cost. He told me for $150 he could get a good idea on what was happening to my baby. I cried and had to leave Peanut there. I would go and see her every day. She was in a incubator with tubes in her on meds and draining infection and all kinds of stuff. She came around to where she could sit up and knew what was going on around her. Then after about 4 days like this he calls and tells me she is getting fluid in her chest cavity, and he has drained it a couple times and it fills up again and that her kidneys were shutting down.
He also said he couldn't put any more fluids in her because it was building up under the skin so bad. He said that even if the fluids in the chest cavity had stopped she still would not make it because of her kidneys shutting down so I had to give the OK to end my babys life. But I wanted to see her one last time to say goodby. I get there and she is sitting up and they had her all cleaned up nice for me and out of the incubator so I could touch and talk to her but she wouldn't even look at me or lick my hand or anything, I can't tell you how much that hurt me, it was like she was blaming me for being there.
He wanted to know if I wanted to hold her when they gave her the shot but I just couldn't, I asked if they could make a little box for her to bring her home to burry her and not see her, I wanted my last time to see her to be when she was still alive.
When all this was done I had to go and pay for all he did to try and save Peanut. I knew he went way over the $150 he told me it would cost. The dr came out front and wispered to the girl to keep the bill to about $150. She had a list of everything he had done for Peanut and I got a look at it. He charged me $150 for what was probably a $600 bill.
I asked him if the vet working on her while she was infected is what caused all the problems, He got a weird look on his face like he wanted to blow up at this idiot vet who operated on her without having her on antibiotics before the surgery. He bit his lip and said he couldn't tell if that was the case but I knew it was before I got her there and he did to. At least that was my gut feeling on the whole mess.
I just couldn't believe that my little Peanut went from a little discharge to being dead in just a few days. The worst part of it was the vet who did the surgery charged me another $100 to keep Peanut over night and still didn't help her. I was just f'ing wild!!!!!!!! I go to pick her up the next day and she hands me my baby all covered in pee and poop, she wouldn't even take the time to clean her up!!!!!!!! I did at the time and still blame that vet for killing my kitty. She never even called to see how she was doing. I stopped in there to tell her Peanut died in a hospital and she was like so what, she got her money out of me. Needless to say I have never gone back there again.
I guess I am wondering if any of you who know alot about UTI and surgery feel that I am right in thinking that her doing the surgery caused the infection to spread so bad it killed her? Am I right to be still so upset about this even though it was probably 5 years ago? I have gone from crying to wanting to go and bash that vets teeth in just telling this story.
All this is true, Yvonne can back me up on this if need be. Also don't worry if any of you agree with my feelings on this but are afraid to tell me, I am not going to go start trouble over this with that vet. I guess I just want to get others feelings on this or if anyone else has had anything like this happen to them.
It seems strange but I see alot of Peanut in Tuffy, they both have allot of the same little quirks. Maybe Tuffy finding me was gods way of letting me also have Peanut back for a while longer.
Like I said this was going to be long and sad but this has botherd me since it happend. Tuffy's vet wouldn't operate on him till she is sure his infection was gone and doing a male is allot less invasive [sp?] then doing a female. At least that is my impression on this stuff.
http://photobucket.com/albums/v313/T...rrent=scan.jpg
Here is the only picture I have of my little Peanut, taken shortly before she was taken from me.
