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I talked to her today. She was very sad I think she felt guilty because she saw him the day before his death and knew he wasn't acting right. That behavior could have been from so many things though. But it wasn't her fault. She didn't know for sure what happened, especially because she didn't even see how he was acting on his last day. She suspected a/many blood clots if she had to guess. And if that was the case then there wasn't anything they could have done most likely. I didn't have it in me to ask if it was low potassium, I was already holding back tears with all my might and I didn't want to make my husband, my vet and the 2 assistants cry because they probably would have . About 2-3 weeks prior his passing he had I think an angina attack? I don't know much about it, it was almost like mini heart failure I guess. It only lasted 20 mins and he was fine after that. But then with the more than frequent syncope/stroke?? episodes, and his inability to kick his infection I should have known this was soon coming. Maybe I'll ask sometime in the future once the pain isn't so much and I can hold myself together. I miss him so much. I keep thinking I'm seeing him everywhere, I can barely eat and what I do eat doesn't stay inside me
I told my vet the story about how the black kitten played around us as we buried him, and laid next to him as well. She personally thought it was very significant because animals usually won't lay near dead animals unless they were close to the animal. I try to believe that somehow it was Johnny being free again, outside playing like he always wanted to. As I left the office my vet hugged me and told me I was the best pet owner ever. I know shes not the kind of person to toss words like that around like nothing, it meant a lot to me she said that. Even if I'm not really the best pet owner ever, I know in her eyes (and in others) that I was the best person to have the privilege to be Johnny's owner. Every day that goes by is a day closer to seeing him again, I hope.
I told my vet the story about how the black kitten played around us as we buried him, and laid next to him as well. She personally thought it was very significant because animals usually won't lay near dead animals unless they were close to the animal. I try to believe that somehow it was Johnny being free again, outside playing like he always wanted to. As I left the office my vet hugged me and told me I was the best pet owner ever. I know shes not the kind of person to toss words like that around like nothing, it meant a lot to me she said that. Even if I'm not really the best pet owner ever, I know in her eyes (and in others) that I was the best person to have the privilege to be Johnny's owner. Every day that goes by is a day closer to seeing him again, I hope.