Last week was probably the worse week of my life so far.
We were hoping for a miracle, but sadly a miracle never happened. My family and I let go of cute baby Comet at home, around 1:30 in the afternoon on Friday, December 1st. He passed away while I was holding him in my arms. He wasn’t the first cat we put ti sleep, but it hurts just as bad. Maybe even worse since our first cat was 15, not less than 5.
I feel so heartbroken and devastated, and so numb. I was hoping and praying he would improve, because he’s the most affectionate and loving cat I met, because he’s too young to die yet, despite knowing reality is not that kind.
Back on Tuesday morning, what I thought might be a quick vet visit kept snowballing. A urinary blockage is what it was, and the doctors put the Catheter in, but sometimes at the hospital for monitoring it turned into a huge bladder rupture, and news kept getting worse. His bladder was repaired, yet horribly inflamed. His creatinine kept rising, from 2 to 8 to 12, so his kidneys were failing. His JP drain kept filling more when it was supposed to be draining less.
I did every test, treatment, and surgery I reasonably could afford, hoping he could be saved. The vets were even puzzled how quickly it developed. Every vet reassured me I did nothing wrong, yet I still wonder that. They said I brought him in as soon as possible, and he didn’t show any litter box changes until Tuesday morning. His body simply couldn’t heal, so my family and I made the decision Thursday night to take him home in the morning to do in-home euthanasia. He did have small health issues like lots of gas and a runny nose his whole life, but we were told it wasn’t concerning.
On Tuesday when we first went to his primary vet I promised Comet I’d take him home, and I’m happy I was able to keep that promise. Even with his IV and drain in place, even though he was in pain, he seemed so happy to be home and to be sitting on laps again, even if only for a couple hours. We went with Laps of Love and highly recommend if you can do in home euthanasia.
I still wonder about things I could have done differently. Maybe change his food, or used Feliway to calm him. My dad would ALWAYS yell at Comet for sitting in his lap (Comet was pretty incessant on sitting on laps even when you’d move him or weren’t feeling well. Looking back he likely liked the heat). Despite that he loved sitting on my dad more than anyone.
I know we made the right choice, and we do have 2 other cats that need our care, but it’s still so sad to know I won’t be able to hear Comet again, or see him play, or to hold him one more time.
Yet I find solace in the fact that in his short few years, he loved us so much, and he was so loved, and he will continue to be loved.
We were hoping for a miracle, but sadly a miracle never happened. My family and I let go of cute baby Comet at home, around 1:30 in the afternoon on Friday, December 1st. He passed away while I was holding him in my arms. He wasn’t the first cat we put ti sleep, but it hurts just as bad. Maybe even worse since our first cat was 15, not less than 5.
I feel so heartbroken and devastated, and so numb. I was hoping and praying he would improve, because he’s the most affectionate and loving cat I met, because he’s too young to die yet, despite knowing reality is not that kind.
Back on Tuesday morning, what I thought might be a quick vet visit kept snowballing. A urinary blockage is what it was, and the doctors put the Catheter in, but sometimes at the hospital for monitoring it turned into a huge bladder rupture, and news kept getting worse. His bladder was repaired, yet horribly inflamed. His creatinine kept rising, from 2 to 8 to 12, so his kidneys were failing. His JP drain kept filling more when it was supposed to be draining less.
I did every test, treatment, and surgery I reasonably could afford, hoping he could be saved. The vets were even puzzled how quickly it developed. Every vet reassured me I did nothing wrong, yet I still wonder that. They said I brought him in as soon as possible, and he didn’t show any litter box changes until Tuesday morning. His body simply couldn’t heal, so my family and I made the decision Thursday night to take him home in the morning to do in-home euthanasia. He did have small health issues like lots of gas and a runny nose his whole life, but we were told it wasn’t concerning.
On Tuesday when we first went to his primary vet I promised Comet I’d take him home, and I’m happy I was able to keep that promise. Even with his IV and drain in place, even though he was in pain, he seemed so happy to be home and to be sitting on laps again, even if only for a couple hours. We went with Laps of Love and highly recommend if you can do in home euthanasia.
I still wonder about things I could have done differently. Maybe change his food, or used Feliway to calm him. My dad would ALWAYS yell at Comet for sitting in his lap (Comet was pretty incessant on sitting on laps even when you’d move him or weren’t feeling well. Looking back he likely liked the heat). Despite that he loved sitting on my dad more than anyone.
I know we made the right choice, and we do have 2 other cats that need our care, but it’s still so sad to know I won’t be able to hear Comet again, or see him play, or to hold him one more time.
Yet I find solace in the fact that in his short few years, he loved us so much, and he was so loved, and he will continue to be loved.
