I accidently stepped on our kitty the other day while getting ready to feed him and our older cat, I had my work boots on and I got him pretty good. He acted like he was knocked out and when I picked him up he came to and began to gasp for breath, realizing he couldn't breath I gave him some rescue breaths short bursts and he began to breath again. I knew he was still in danger and I was crying by then, my daughter came down stairs because she heard me saying "don't die on me", I guess I was yelling it pretty loud, we took him to the Vet a little ways from our house and they took him immediately, he was lightly crying as I handed him over. They immediately took him in the back and began their examination and took x-rays and put him in an oxygen chamber, they said he appeared to have a bruises on his lungs but couldn't see any damage to his internal organs. They said they would keep him under observation and we could stay or leave him and come back, I had to get to work so I left him, praying in the car on the way back that he would be ok. My daughter was planning on going back over to be with him so he wouldn't be alone but she was scared to go by herself, so I went with her during my lunch hour and got good news for the moment that he was breathing on his own and seemed to be doing ok, they felt he could go home at the end of the day and I was relieved. We got him home and he slept alot, our older cat came over and licked him from head to toe and it encouraged the little guy to get up and use the litter box to urinate, a good sign we thought.
Our little buddy was a fiesty little thing from the minute we set him down in the house for the first time, we rescued him from the Animal Shelter and were looking forward to having him as an addition to our family, he immediately went over to the older one and started to play with him. He was a fighter at less than half the size of our other cat and they eventually got a long pretty well.
While he was resting he had an episode of hacking like he had a hairball or something and couldn't clear it, the first time he sat up and then jumped to the floor making that coughing noise. We calmed him down and he slept a little more and then had a really bad episode and it scared us both, my wife ran upstairs to the bedroom because she couldn't bear to listen to him, it scared him so much he ran upstairs after her to the safety of our bedroom, unfortunately it wasn't a safe place because he kept on coughing and panicked the older cat evan ran up and appeared to try and help, eventually he settled down again. We then decided to take him to the animal hospital and they immediately put him in an incubator poor little guy just couldn't get comfortable I guess I hurt hiim too badly, he lasted the night and in the morning my wife stopped by to see him on her way to work he was very restless and when he saw her he sat up and came over to the little hole on the incubator and she told him it was ok to let go and that we loved him and he sat straight up and gasped for air. She couldn't stand to watch so she went to the waiting room and thats when the Vet came out and said he's gone. She had called me at work and I was on my way over to see him, unfortunately he was gone by the time I got there, they let us see him and his body was still warm and I picked him up and smelled him and cried so hard. We took him home and buried him by our house so we can see him when we want. I feel so bad and so responsible for what happened it hurts so bad to think I caused so much pain in his little life, for having him such a short time we all bonded with him very quickly and the whole family daughter and son included thoroughly enjoyed his company. We took a lot of pictures of him and I can't bear at the moment to look at them, even feeding our other cat elicits tears and remorse, I wish I could tell him how sorry I am for hurting him. I hope that no one has to go through what I'm going through, I just hope they don't judge us for hurting them, while we had him home that evening he cuddled up next to me a time or too and appeared to recognize me he brushed against my leg and I think he was saying it's ok. I just wish I could have saved him.
Our little buddy was a fiesty little thing from the minute we set him down in the house for the first time, we rescued him from the Animal Shelter and were looking forward to having him as an addition to our family, he immediately went over to the older one and started to play with him. He was a fighter at less than half the size of our other cat and they eventually got a long pretty well.
While he was resting he had an episode of hacking like he had a hairball or something and couldn't clear it, the first time he sat up and then jumped to the floor making that coughing noise. We calmed him down and he slept a little more and then had a really bad episode and it scared us both, my wife ran upstairs to the bedroom because she couldn't bear to listen to him, it scared him so much he ran upstairs after her to the safety of our bedroom, unfortunately it wasn't a safe place because he kept on coughing and panicked the older cat evan ran up and appeared to try and help, eventually he settled down again. We then decided to take him to the animal hospital and they immediately put him in an incubator poor little guy just couldn't get comfortable I guess I hurt hiim too badly, he lasted the night and in the morning my wife stopped by to see him on her way to work he was very restless and when he saw her he sat up and came over to the little hole on the incubator and she told him it was ok to let go and that we loved him and he sat straight up and gasped for air. She couldn't stand to watch so she went to the waiting room and thats when the Vet came out and said he's gone. She had called me at work and I was on my way over to see him, unfortunately he was gone by the time I got there, they let us see him and his body was still warm and I picked him up and smelled him and cried so hard. We took him home and buried him by our house so we can see him when we want. I feel so bad and so responsible for what happened it hurts so bad to think I caused so much pain in his little life, for having him such a short time we all bonded with him very quickly and the whole family daughter and son included thoroughly enjoyed his company. We took a lot of pictures of him and I can't bear at the moment to look at them, even feeding our other cat elicits tears and remorse, I wish I could tell him how sorry I am for hurting him. I hope that no one has to go through what I'm going through, I just hope they don't judge us for hurting them, while we had him home that evening he cuddled up next to me a time or too and appeared to recognize me he brushed against my leg and I think he was saying it's ok. I just wish I could have saved him.
