Barb and Tori
Member Since 2009
Yesterday marked the third year anniversary of the death of my kitty Tiga. He was only 3 years old when he passed. He died a horrible death due to a terrible accident; an accident that I never want another kitty and their person to experience. This is his story.
The night that Tiga died my diabetic kitty Tori was in hospital fighting for her life. She had developed a severe case of gastritis after being given Metacam for her arthritis. It was so severe tthat she actually vomited up a piece of her stomach lining. She became septic and we really didn't think she was going to live. I had just come back from seeing her and was going to try and get an hour's nap before I went to work that night . I was exhausted but I needed to get my uniforms washed before I went to work. Then I got careless.
Tiga was a wonderful little boy. He was always full of energy and was always getting into things just like a little kitten. I called him Mischief. That night he was his usual self getting into trouble. I don't remember what he did that night but I remember sweeping him up in my arms and telling him how silly he was and how much I loved him. Those were the last words I ever said to him.
I went downstairs not realizing he followed me. When I opened the dryer there was some damp clothes in it. I left the door open and went to ask my daughter to put my uniforms in for me after her laundry was dry. I was gone for less than a minute. I didn't look in the dryer before I turned it on and ran upstairs to bed. I fell asleep within seconds.
I woke up to my daughter screaming that Tiga was in the dryer. I ran downstairs but he was gone. I remembering screaming NO!!! in an agony that I had never felt before or since. I tried doing CPR on Tiga but it was useless. I only pray that when I turned the dryer on that the first sudden movement knocked him out and he didn't suffer.
After Tiga died the love of this Board and the fact that Tori and my children needed me were what helped get me survive the terrible guilt and pain that I felt. One member told me that God must have had a very special mission for Tiga or He wouldn't have left me the way he did. She called him the Guardian Angel of our kitties. Tiga's mission has become my mission. To keep his memory alive and to help save other kitties I retell his story every year and will continue to do so. I never want another kitty to suffer his fate.
So my friends I'm asking for your help. Please everyone tell at least one cat owner Tiga's story. It only takes a few seconds of not being diligent for a tragedy to occur. Our kitties are so curious and innocent and they don't realize that dangers around them. Spread the word. Let's keep our kitties safe and help me honor Tiga's memory.
The night that Tiga died my diabetic kitty Tori was in hospital fighting for her life. She had developed a severe case of gastritis after being given Metacam for her arthritis. It was so severe tthat she actually vomited up a piece of her stomach lining. She became septic and we really didn't think she was going to live. I had just come back from seeing her and was going to try and get an hour's nap before I went to work that night . I was exhausted but I needed to get my uniforms washed before I went to work. Then I got careless.
Tiga was a wonderful little boy. He was always full of energy and was always getting into things just like a little kitten. I called him Mischief. That night he was his usual self getting into trouble. I don't remember what he did that night but I remember sweeping him up in my arms and telling him how silly he was and how much I loved him. Those were the last words I ever said to him.
I went downstairs not realizing he followed me. When I opened the dryer there was some damp clothes in it. I left the door open and went to ask my daughter to put my uniforms in for me after her laundry was dry. I was gone for less than a minute. I didn't look in the dryer before I turned it on and ran upstairs to bed. I fell asleep within seconds.
I woke up to my daughter screaming that Tiga was in the dryer. I ran downstairs but he was gone. I remembering screaming NO!!! in an agony that I had never felt before or since. I tried doing CPR on Tiga but it was useless. I only pray that when I turned the dryer on that the first sudden movement knocked him out and he didn't suffer.
After Tiga died the love of this Board and the fact that Tori and my children needed me were what helped get me survive the terrible guilt and pain that I felt. One member told me that God must have had a very special mission for Tiga or He wouldn't have left me the way he did. She called him the Guardian Angel of our kitties. Tiga's mission has become my mission. To keep his memory alive and to help save other kitties I retell his story every year and will continue to do so. I never want another kitty to suffer his fate.
So my friends I'm asking for your help. Please everyone tell at least one cat owner Tiga's story. It only takes a few seconds of not being diligent for a tragedy to occur. Our kitties are so curious and innocent and they don't realize that dangers around them. Spread the word. Let's keep our kitties safe and help me honor Tiga's memory.
