I struggled with the death of Meela almost 3 years ago, and now I am struggling with Meeka's death (her dad)
It all happened so sudden. He has been a very healthy cat with no health issues. I was out hanging Christmas lights for a few hours yesterday afternoon. When I came in, I puttered around the house for a few minutes and then sat down with a cup of coffee. I heard a cough/gag from one of my cats. Sometimes Abby does that and throws up her food. Not sure why. The second time I heard it, I went to check to see what was going on. It wasn't Abby, it was Meeka. I looked for a pile of whatever I thought he was throwing up. There was nothing. I looked at him and there was white string of foamy-like drool coming out of the side his mouth and his tongue was out. He acted like he was choking because he was wheezing. I went to get him a drink but he had jumped from his food table down the floor. He was trying to get to his ottoman when he sleeps. I followed him in and noticed his tongue was blue/purple. He tried to jump up on the ottoman, but was unsteady on his feet. I helped him up where he laid down and started gagging again.
I panicked and screamed. My son and his girlfriend came running. Macy is in nursing school and she attempted to do the Heimlich maneuver. I then called my daughter who came running over. She was a CNA, so she also tried. It appeared that he wasn't fighting us any longer. They tried to feel to see if anything was lodged in his throat. There was nothing. We then started CPR, but he was gone. There were no fluids that came out or blood anywhere. This all happened within just a couple minutes.
I just slumped down crying because I couldn't believe what just happened, we all did. I don't know how or why he died. All I knew was that he was gone. My heart is so broken right now. He started out as my daughter's cat, but ended up being mine. I have loved him since he came to our home. I have yet to go tell my daughter because she lives by herself with her almost 2 year old son. My husband wouldn't let me call her because he didn't think it was fair to tell her over the phone, so now I have to go to her house and tell her in person. I am doing that after work today and am dreading it so much.
I know he is with Meela now and any of his other "kids" that passed on and that's a comfort, but I miss him so much. He came into my bedroom almost every morning and woke me up. He was first to the dinner plate and first to use the litter box when there was fresh litter, even if he had just used it. When I called any other cats name, he came running. I miss his chirp, his meow, the noise he made when he slept and the way he put his head against my forehead, purring giving me love. Not know what just happened is killing me. I don't know that he choked, as I tried researching things to find a reason, any reason to explain his sudden death. It also kills me that I was outside for 3 hours before he died. What if I had been inside? Would I have noticed something wrong? Could I have saved him?
He was with me all day Saturday and I had told him just how much I loved him and knew there was no where int he world he should be but with me. I did notice that his breath smelled horrible and I joked about using a tic-tac. I know how much he loved me and I know he knew how much I loved him, but the fact that he's gone is just killing me. He was there and then he was gone in the blink of an eye.
I read about heart worms, respiratory illness and other things, like a heart-attack. He was a big cat, on the heavy side, but I wouldn't have called him overweight, which is another explanation for death. He was a pure inside cat who didn't do a lot but sleep, eat and play. His kids (Tink and Ivy) know something is wrong. Tink is overly loving and there in my lap, loving me. Ivy acts a little sad, but it's Tinky who acts much differently.
Please, please, please pray for Meeka and me. I am just beside myself with grief today. I just don't know what to do or how to handle this. Please, no rainbow bridge poems, I'm trying to stop crying. I didn't sleep much last night at all.
It all happened so sudden. He has been a very healthy cat with no health issues. I was out hanging Christmas lights for a few hours yesterday afternoon. When I came in, I puttered around the house for a few minutes and then sat down with a cup of coffee. I heard a cough/gag from one of my cats. Sometimes Abby does that and throws up her food. Not sure why. The second time I heard it, I went to check to see what was going on. It wasn't Abby, it was Meeka. I looked for a pile of whatever I thought he was throwing up. There was nothing. I looked at him and there was white string of foamy-like drool coming out of the side his mouth and his tongue was out. He acted like he was choking because he was wheezing. I went to get him a drink but he had jumped from his food table down the floor. He was trying to get to his ottoman when he sleeps. I followed him in and noticed his tongue was blue/purple. He tried to jump up on the ottoman, but was unsteady on his feet. I helped him up where he laid down and started gagging again.
I panicked and screamed. My son and his girlfriend came running. Macy is in nursing school and she attempted to do the Heimlich maneuver. I then called my daughter who came running over. She was a CNA, so she also tried. It appeared that he wasn't fighting us any longer. They tried to feel to see if anything was lodged in his throat. There was nothing. We then started CPR, but he was gone. There were no fluids that came out or blood anywhere. This all happened within just a couple minutes.
I just slumped down crying because I couldn't believe what just happened, we all did. I don't know how or why he died. All I knew was that he was gone. My heart is so broken right now. He started out as my daughter's cat, but ended up being mine. I have loved him since he came to our home. I have yet to go tell my daughter because she lives by herself with her almost 2 year old son. My husband wouldn't let me call her because he didn't think it was fair to tell her over the phone, so now I have to go to her house and tell her in person. I am doing that after work today and am dreading it so much.
I know he is with Meela now and any of his other "kids" that passed on and that's a comfort, but I miss him so much. He came into my bedroom almost every morning and woke me up. He was first to the dinner plate and first to use the litter box when there was fresh litter, even if he had just used it. When I called any other cats name, he came running. I miss his chirp, his meow, the noise he made when he slept and the way he put his head against my forehead, purring giving me love. Not know what just happened is killing me. I don't know that he choked, as I tried researching things to find a reason, any reason to explain his sudden death. It also kills me that I was outside for 3 hours before he died. What if I had been inside? Would I have noticed something wrong? Could I have saved him?
He was with me all day Saturday and I had told him just how much I loved him and knew there was no where int he world he should be but with me. I did notice that his breath smelled horrible and I joked about using a tic-tac. I know how much he loved me and I know he knew how much I loved him, but the fact that he's gone is just killing me. He was there and then he was gone in the blink of an eye.
I read about heart worms, respiratory illness and other things, like a heart-attack. He was a big cat, on the heavy side, but I wouldn't have called him overweight, which is another explanation for death. He was a pure inside cat who didn't do a lot but sleep, eat and play. His kids (Tink and Ivy) know something is wrong. Tink is overly loving and there in my lap, loving me. Ivy acts a little sad, but it's Tinky who acts much differently.
Please, please, please pray for Meeka and me. I am just beside myself with grief today. I just don't know what to do or how to handle this. Please, no rainbow bridge poems, I'm trying to stop crying. I didn't sleep much last night at all.