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Yesterday I had to euthanize my beloved cat, Runt. I‘m so sad and I miss her so much and keep asking myself why didn’t I catch this sooner? Runt died from kidney failure. She went to the vet Thursday morning and had bad kidney values so she admitted for a 48 hour stay. She was getting better, we visited her and seemed she was doing ok. Then she had to stay another day to see if her values would improve more, which they did, and I was told that it looked like she had stabilized and I could look at taking her back home and continue at home treatment there.
I got the call Thursday morning. During the night, Runt’s improvements revers d and she was worwe. Much worse. So bad that there was swelling in her brain and twitchiness because her electrolytes were so off. I was told to come there and to think about taking her to an emergency specialist or euthanasia. When we got there, we had kind of resigned ourselves to the fact we were probably going to have to say goodby to Runt.
But, a glimmer of hope! The vet said that there was a 50/50 chance that the specialist could maybe stabilize her and treat her! That’s all I needed to hear and we packed her up and brought her to the specialist.
Sadly, this didn’t work. By the time we got there, the vet said that her condition was so critical and her prognosis poor, that the likelihood of her getting well enough to bring bad home was very slim. We made the horrible decision.
Oh my god. All I can picture now, 18 hours later, is her in my arms when I was saying goodbye and after the procedure. I can’t see anything else. I’m in a fog. I see my family acting like everything’s ok, while I’m just shattered. I want to see her again so bad. I almost wished I could die so I could be with her again, but I could never do that too my children, ever. From the loss of my other pet cats, I can remember with time, it gets better-I start to remember all the good times, the cute things she did, rather than those last moments, but I also know that those images will always be with me.
I love Runt and miss her so bad. The thought of putting any of her stuff away is heartbreaking and I’m sure it will be a while before I can do it.
I can’t imagine going back to work. I know I need to, but I can’t imagine how I would be okay.
Runt, I’m so sorry. I love you so much and miss you more than you know. I’m so sorry I didn’t catch it sooner so you could still be with us. I’m sorry the last week of your life was spent in hospitals instead of at home, in a place you know and it’s all of us together. I thought you would be. If I knew this was the way it was going to end, I would have gotten you out of the hospital so you could be at home with the people who love you. I will see you again, and I’ll be so happy to be with you again.
I got the call Thursday morning. During the night, Runt’s improvements revers d and she was worwe. Much worse. So bad that there was swelling in her brain and twitchiness because her electrolytes were so off. I was told to come there and to think about taking her to an emergency specialist or euthanasia. When we got there, we had kind of resigned ourselves to the fact we were probably going to have to say goodby to Runt.
But, a glimmer of hope! The vet said that there was a 50/50 chance that the specialist could maybe stabilize her and treat her! That’s all I needed to hear and we packed her up and brought her to the specialist.
Sadly, this didn’t work. By the time we got there, the vet said that her condition was so critical and her prognosis poor, that the likelihood of her getting well enough to bring bad home was very slim. We made the horrible decision.
Oh my god. All I can picture now, 18 hours later, is her in my arms when I was saying goodbye and after the procedure. I can’t see anything else. I’m in a fog. I see my family acting like everything’s ok, while I’m just shattered. I want to see her again so bad. I almost wished I could die so I could be with her again, but I could never do that too my children, ever. From the loss of my other pet cats, I can remember with time, it gets better-I start to remember all the good times, the cute things she did, rather than those last moments, but I also know that those images will always be with me.
I love Runt and miss her so bad. The thought of putting any of her stuff away is heartbreaking and I’m sure it will be a while before I can do it.
I can’t imagine going back to work. I know I need to, but I can’t imagine how I would be okay.
Runt, I’m so sorry. I love you so much and miss you more than you know. I’m so sorry I didn’t catch it sooner so you could still be with us. I’m sorry the last week of your life was spent in hospitals instead of at home, in a place you know and it’s all of us together. I thought you would be. If I knew this was the way it was going to end, I would have gotten you out of the hospital so you could be at home with the people who love you. I will see you again, and I’ll be so happy to be with you again.