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I'm still in shock.
My Jellybean was only 6 years old. He was literally fine one minute, and dying in my arms the next.
I was getting ready to leave the house for a little bit. My mama cat, Shuggie, the mother of my other 4 (including Jellybean), was outside (she's the only one who gets to go outside unsupervised. She lived outside before I took her in, and gets very ornery and cranky if she doesn't get some outside time). I decided I wanted to complete a quick task on the kitchen table before I left. As I was finishing up, Jellybean jumped up on the table and plopped himself down right in front of me, so I spent a couple of minutes petting him. All of my other cats are domestic short hairs, but Jellybean was a domestic medium hair, so it always felt so nice to pet him, his fur was so thick and soft. Anyway, I remember I looked right into his eyes, and he looked right back into mine. I guess you could say we had a "moment". Then I heard Shuggie at the door, so Jellybean, like usual, ran to the door. I opened the door, and Jellybean ran out (this is what he always does. He loves going outside, but I don't let him outside unsupervised more than a few minutes.) Shuggie decided she didn't want to come in after all, so she turned to follow Jellybean.
Meanwhile, I felt the urge to pee, so I thought, "I'll go use the bathroom, then I'm gonna scoop out the litter boxes real quick, then I'll go outside and dump the litter bag and hang out with the Jellybean and Shuggie for a little while before I put them back inside and leave". I don't worry about Jellybean being outside for a couple of minutes without me. A lot of times, when I let him out, he sits by the door and waits for me to come out. Most other times, he just plops himself down underneath the nearest bush and enjoys the fresh air and the shade and the plant scent. So, it was no big deal and business as usual that I left him outside for a few minutes.I went to the bathroom (I'm a guy, so this didn't take long). Then I started scooping out the litter boxes, when I heard meowing at the door. I thought maybe something had scared Jellybean and he wanted back in, so I hurried to the door.
There was Jellybean on my front porch, lying on his side and meowing in a weird way. I took me a couple of seconds to realize that something was really, really wrong, and that he was in distress. I picked him up, and he was pretty much limp, and his pupils were dilated. Mind you, he was perfectly fine literally 3-4 minutes prior. He seemed to be dying right in front of me. There were a couple of gasps, but no more meowing after I picked him up. I ran inside, grabbed my keys and wallet, and ran to the car.
This is the part that is unbelievably infuriating. Of all the times for this to happen, A FedEx truck pulls up right behind my car and blocks me from leaving. The driver gets out with his package and says "gimme a second, I'll come back and move it for you". Of course, I SCREAM at him "MY CAT IS DYING!!! YOU NEED TO MOVE IT RIGHT NOW!!!". I'm holding my limp, dying cat in my arms, and he just continues up the stairs to deliver his package and completely ignores me.
I live in an apartment complex. It was a Friday afternoon. The parking lot was completely empty except for my two cars, and THAT'S the spot he chooses to park his truck, and then ignores my pleas to move it. Unbelievable.
Then he comes back down and again I SCREAM at him "MY CAT IS DYING!!!! I NEED TO LEAVE NOW!!!!"
His response was to yell and cuss at me "DON'T YOU F***ING YELL AT ME!!!" I literally thought he was going to get violent with me. But he finally moved his truck. (Yes, after I got home, I called and registered a complaint with FedEx. He'd left the packages outside my neighbor's door, so I was able to give them a tracking number, so they know exactly who this was. The guy on the phone was compassionate to a point, but when somebody tells you their cat died, is "have a great day!!!" really the best way to end the call? For me, it's NOT a "great day" and more than just rote repetition of pre-rehearsed niceties might be in order.)
Anyway, I think Jellybean died while I was waiting for this idiot to move his truck, or shortly after, on the way to the hospital, which is about 5 minutes away. I was trying to give him chest compressions on the way, but I couldn't do a very good job while driving.
They tried to save him, but he didn't make it. It doesn't seem to have been poison or anything, because it happened so quickly, there was no vomiting or blood or frothing at the mouth. I'm having the necropsy done. I need to know what happened to my baby. It is going to take 2 - 4 weeks. He had a checkup back in September, including a fecal sample, and everything was fine. The vet thought it might have been a heart attack, or a stroke. My neighbor said maybe a bee stung him and he was allergic.
I'm just so sad, and I feel so guilty that I couldn't help him. He needed me to save him, in his last moments he came back to the door and called for me to save him, and I couldn't save him. I tried, but I failed.
He was born under my bed, and yesterday he died in my arms only 6 years later. Yesterday I had 5 cats, and today I only have 4.
I barely slept last night.
On the one hand, I'm happy that I was able to get to him before he died and that he didn't die alone. He was with me, and his beloved Mama Shuggie were right there with him (he was completely, ridiculously devoted to his Mama, almost to the point of obsession, much to her annoyance. Anywhere she was, he wanted to be there too.) On the other hand, it was just a horrifying thing to have to experience.
Has anybody else here ever experienced their cat dying a sudden, mysterious death? I'm having trouble with of how unexpected it was, and how quickly it all went down. I mean, he seemed completely fine, and a few minutes later, he was gone, and I just can't believe it.
Rest In Perfection, Jellybells. You were simply magnificent, and it was an honor and a privilege to be your human. And I'm so, so sorry.
My Jellybean was only 6 years old. He was literally fine one minute, and dying in my arms the next.
I was getting ready to leave the house for a little bit. My mama cat, Shuggie, the mother of my other 4 (including Jellybean), was outside (she's the only one who gets to go outside unsupervised. She lived outside before I took her in, and gets very ornery and cranky if she doesn't get some outside time). I decided I wanted to complete a quick task on the kitchen table before I left. As I was finishing up, Jellybean jumped up on the table and plopped himself down right in front of me, so I spent a couple of minutes petting him. All of my other cats are domestic short hairs, but Jellybean was a domestic medium hair, so it always felt so nice to pet him, his fur was so thick and soft. Anyway, I remember I looked right into his eyes, and he looked right back into mine. I guess you could say we had a "moment". Then I heard Shuggie at the door, so Jellybean, like usual, ran to the door. I opened the door, and Jellybean ran out (this is what he always does. He loves going outside, but I don't let him outside unsupervised more than a few minutes.) Shuggie decided she didn't want to come in after all, so she turned to follow Jellybean.
Meanwhile, I felt the urge to pee, so I thought, "I'll go use the bathroom, then I'm gonna scoop out the litter boxes real quick, then I'll go outside and dump the litter bag and hang out with the Jellybean and Shuggie for a little while before I put them back inside and leave". I don't worry about Jellybean being outside for a couple of minutes without me. A lot of times, when I let him out, he sits by the door and waits for me to come out. Most other times, he just plops himself down underneath the nearest bush and enjoys the fresh air and the shade and the plant scent. So, it was no big deal and business as usual that I left him outside for a few minutes.I went to the bathroom (I'm a guy, so this didn't take long). Then I started scooping out the litter boxes, when I heard meowing at the door. I thought maybe something had scared Jellybean and he wanted back in, so I hurried to the door.
There was Jellybean on my front porch, lying on his side and meowing in a weird way. I took me a couple of seconds to realize that something was really, really wrong, and that he was in distress. I picked him up, and he was pretty much limp, and his pupils were dilated. Mind you, he was perfectly fine literally 3-4 minutes prior. He seemed to be dying right in front of me. There were a couple of gasps, but no more meowing after I picked him up. I ran inside, grabbed my keys and wallet, and ran to the car.
This is the part that is unbelievably infuriating. Of all the times for this to happen, A FedEx truck pulls up right behind my car and blocks me from leaving. The driver gets out with his package and says "gimme a second, I'll come back and move it for you". Of course, I SCREAM at him "MY CAT IS DYING!!! YOU NEED TO MOVE IT RIGHT NOW!!!". I'm holding my limp, dying cat in my arms, and he just continues up the stairs to deliver his package and completely ignores me.
I live in an apartment complex. It was a Friday afternoon. The parking lot was completely empty except for my two cars, and THAT'S the spot he chooses to park his truck, and then ignores my pleas to move it. Unbelievable.
Then he comes back down and again I SCREAM at him "MY CAT IS DYING!!!! I NEED TO LEAVE NOW!!!!"
His response was to yell and cuss at me "DON'T YOU F***ING YELL AT ME!!!" I literally thought he was going to get violent with me. But he finally moved his truck. (Yes, after I got home, I called and registered a complaint with FedEx. He'd left the packages outside my neighbor's door, so I was able to give them a tracking number, so they know exactly who this was. The guy on the phone was compassionate to a point, but when somebody tells you their cat died, is "have a great day!!!" really the best way to end the call? For me, it's NOT a "great day" and more than just rote repetition of pre-rehearsed niceties might be in order.)
Anyway, I think Jellybean died while I was waiting for this idiot to move his truck, or shortly after, on the way to the hospital, which is about 5 minutes away. I was trying to give him chest compressions on the way, but I couldn't do a very good job while driving.
They tried to save him, but he didn't make it. It doesn't seem to have been poison or anything, because it happened so quickly, there was no vomiting or blood or frothing at the mouth. I'm having the necropsy done. I need to know what happened to my baby. It is going to take 2 - 4 weeks. He had a checkup back in September, including a fecal sample, and everything was fine. The vet thought it might have been a heart attack, or a stroke. My neighbor said maybe a bee stung him and he was allergic.
I'm just so sad, and I feel so guilty that I couldn't help him. He needed me to save him, in his last moments he came back to the door and called for me to save him, and I couldn't save him. I tried, but I failed.
He was born under my bed, and yesterday he died in my arms only 6 years later. Yesterday I had 5 cats, and today I only have 4.
I barely slept last night.
On the one hand, I'm happy that I was able to get to him before he died and that he didn't die alone. He was with me, and his beloved Mama Shuggie were right there with him (he was completely, ridiculously devoted to his Mama, almost to the point of obsession, much to her annoyance. Anywhere she was, he wanted to be there too.) On the other hand, it was just a horrifying thing to have to experience.
Has anybody else here ever experienced their cat dying a sudden, mysterious death? I'm having trouble with of how unexpected it was, and how quickly it all went down. I mean, he seemed completely fine, and a few minutes later, he was gone, and I just can't believe it.
Rest In Perfection, Jellybells. You were simply magnificent, and it was an honor and a privilege to be your human. And I'm so, so sorry.
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