Okay, I'm going to try and make some sense so bear with me...
Last night, it was obvious that Mullet was doing worse. He had begun rapid shallow breathing, and open-mouthed panting.
When I got home from work, I fed the boys. Mullet actually ate a tablespoon or so of Purina Tuna and eggs on his own. When I tried to get him to eat more, he wasn't interested. Thinking it was dental related, I didn't want to force the issue by sticking a syringe in his mouth and causing him stress and pain, so I let him be. I did get him to eat a teaspoon of baby food chicken before going to bed around 3am. But all night till then, he was very fidgety. Like he couldn't get comfortable no matter how he sat or laid around. Still breathing shallow and fast which I took as "I'm in pain".
This morning, not really any different. He ate a few mouthfuls of food, but I wasn't concerned because I figured that if he was going to be sedated at the vet, they'd want an empty belly anyway. When it came time to take him to the vet, I picked him up and put him in the carrier. For the first time every, he hardly resisted. It's usually a huge fight to get him once he sees the carrier. I put his favorite "nanner" in there with him and a couple of towels. He cried, but not much.
All the way to the vet, he was pretty quiet. Again, totally abnormal Mullet behavior. He usually squawks the whole way and drowns out the music. So I didn't even turn on the radio. I just stuck my hand in the carrier and petted him and he meowed a couple times. I figured he must really feel bad, the way he was acting.
I got to the vet, and of course then he got agitated. Dogs barking and all that. I only had to wait 10 minutes or so until a room was available. Once in there, I opened the carrier. Any other time, I've had to wrestle him out, but today, he walked right out, jumped off the table on the bench, then on to the floor, and plopped down on the cool tiles. So I got down there with him. Vet came in - not his "regular vet", but one I have a great deal of confidence in. She'd seen him a few times. We talked for a few minutes, I told her what I thought about the tooth problems and Hyper-T. We got Mullet up on the table and he was doing the panting, rapid breathing. She looked in his mouth and called the vet tech back in and told him to hook up the "oxygen tent". Apparently, Mullet's gums were white, turning to blue. She took a scope to his chest. Heard what I felt when I picked him up off the floor....his heart was beating like a drumroll, and she heard fluid noises.
She took him in back and stuck him on oxygen, then came back to talk to me. She said she thought he had a lot of fluid in his chest, don't remember the scientific terms she used, but basically his heart was having to fight the fluids to keep itself beating. She said he was "critical". She told me she could check to verify by either trying to get some fluids out, or by doing an x-ray. I asked her what all this meant. I'm sitting there thinking "but it's just Hyper-T???"
She explained that where Mullet really needed to be was at a clinic in Charleston, (two hour ride), where they were equipped to treat him far better than she could. He'd need an oxygen enriched environment, and they'd put a tube in his chest to drain fluids, and probably another tube down his throat to feed him. I'm like "but it's just Hyper-T and a bad tooth or two???" She said, no, that's not all it is. It might not even be hyperthyroid. But right now, his heart and the fluids in his chest are the emergency. EDIT TO ADD - I chose "x-ray" over stick a needle in his chest. She took a chest x-ray. She said "there was so much fluid, that I couldn't see his heart on the x-ray".
So I asked her flat out...what do you think his prognosis is. She said "poor, to guarded at best". So again, I asked her point blank, as I started choking and crying "If he were your kitty, what would you do?" She said "I will back up whatever decision you make, but this might be the time to think about letting him go".
So I asked her if I could see him for a few minutes. I needed to talk to him. So she brought him back in. She handed him to me and then grabbed my hand and said "take as long as you need". I tried to wrap him up in a towel and hugged him. He started squirming, so I just let him do what he wanted. He jumped off my lap, and plopped himself down on the floor. I sat with him, and talked to him. He looked up at me, stared right into my eyes, trying to tell me something. It was hard to see through the tears. So I asked him, "what is it Mullet, what are you telling me". He looked back up and stared. Cried once, closed his eyes, and put his little head down. He didn't say the word of course. But what I heard was "I'm done, dad". I pretty much lost it. So I said, OK little man. And I sang him a song. "Wonderful Life" by Alter Bridge. Tried to anyway. Pretty off key with the sniffling and bawling. If you have never heard the song, or read the lyrics.... it was the right song. One that I will send every pet I ever have from now until the day I die to the bridge with.
After 10 minutes or so, I told the vet I was ready for her. I told her that I couldn't deal with sending him off two hours away, when I wouldn't be able to visit until my next day off, if he lived that long. And I couldn't get to him quickly if and when they called me to say "it's time". And I refused to let him live the last hours or days of his life in a clinic where he would not see familiar people, or me, or Bob, or his home, and be poked and prodded by strangers. I told her that I thought it was time for us to say goodbye, and asked if I could hold him when he crossed.
She came back and explained the whole procedure to me. She first gave him a sedative, and he calmed down some. Then she brought me and him into the back room. I placed Mullet in this oxygen tent and they let him breath oxygen for a minute or two as the sedative took affect. Then she asked me to take him out, and gave me an oxygen mask to hold over his nose. He totally calmed down, and even purred a couple times. His breathing slowed down, but I could still feel him breathing and felt his heart beating. Then they let me have a couple minutes alone with him. I must have told him "I love you Mullet and I'm so sorry" a hundred times in two minutes. Then they gave him the second shot, and a minute or two later, he was gone. It was extremely peaceful. Like he just went to sleep. The entire staff were so amazing. The vet tech, some guy I'd never met before (I'd never even seen a guy vet tech working there before) came over and clasped my shoulder. When I looked up at him, he had tears in his eyes. He'd never met Mullet before, or me. He just said "you did the right thing for him, sir".
So, I won't know exactly what it was that claimed my boy's life. It doesn't really matter to me. I just couldn't let him suffer any more. And I wasn't willing to just ship him off, leave him someplace where he'd feel abandoned and petrified, and have him leave this world alone.
And I know I can't play the "what if" game with myself. What if I'd brought him in sooner? What if...... I can't change the past. And I can't shape the future. All I can really do, when it comes right down to it, is live in the present and try to make "now" the best place I can for my kitties. And "now", that means Bob.
I chose to have Mullet cremated, and it'll be a week or so until he "comes home" for good. He'll go right up there next to "Winkie". And I'll talk to him just like I talk to Winkie when I have something to say.
My goal is to put together a memorial video for Mullet, like I've seen other people do. I need to collect the old photos and "digitize" them, and put it to music, and that will take me a couple weeks since I don't really know what I'm doing. But I'll learn.
I want to thank each and every one of you who have posted in the past 24 hours, first with the healing vines and prayers, and then with the beautiful words since I posted the "rainbow". I simply can't put words to how you've made me feel. Today was a really, really bad day. I can't imagine how I would have made it thru the day without the support and love of the people here. My broken heart will mend, but even if broken, all the pieces are still there. And it is with my whole heart that I say "thank you" to all of you.
Carl & Bob & Mullet (GA)