Angela & Blackie & 3 Others
Member Since 2010
It is with a very sad, and heavy heart that I write this condo for our special little guy, Scooter. For almost 2 weeks, we've battled what we thought was a bladder infection, until I took him in last Wednesday. Here, he was constantly going to the boxes, but only a trickle would come out. Before taking him to the vet, there have been times when he would be in the boxes 3/4 of the way, and I knew he was in pain since he wasn't able to get fully in them. He would pee a trickle outside the boxes, and it got to the point that I ended up putting down towels in front of the boxes instead of cleaning it up all the time. I had him on Clavamox for almost the entire duration, but I called them to see if I could get something stronger for him as it looked like that the Clavamox wasn't working. They started him on Baytril, but after 2 pills, that's when he started going downhill. I took him in Wednesday afternoon. At the time, his colon was full, and needed to be relieved asap. When he got there, they took him, put him in a cage, sedated him, and gave him an enema. Then, they inserted a catheter into his urethra, and found a blockage. Was able to insert it a bit further until it was stopped by yet another blockage. This one didn't budge. They did x-rays on him, they gave him pain meds, his antibiotics, and even an enema, which thankfully cleared out his colon. Unfortunately, his bladder constantly remained full, and he wasn't able to pee a normal stream.
My DH and I went there this morning, and the vet took him into an exam room where it was quieter. There, we spent time with him, and I cried, and cried, and cried. DH also cried, which he doesn't do as often. Scooter was his kitty, his "Old Man". While we were there, Scooter tried to relieve himself on the table, but couldn't... Even yowled out in pain, and gave a quiet meow. Eventually, it was time, and the vet had sedated him. I cradled his head in my left hand, while petted him with my right, and spoke to him in his ear. I told him to go to his Momma, our beloved Precious kitty, and to fly free. I also told him how much I loved him, and that he will no longer be in pain.
He was 14 years old, which is 98 in human years. He was tired of being in pain, and you can see it.
I cried so very much yesterday after getting off the phone with the vet's office, and didn't think I had anything left. I was wrong.
I really wish I knew how to post pictures on here, but I'm technically challenged.
My DH and I went there this morning, and the vet took him into an exam room where it was quieter. There, we spent time with him, and I cried, and cried, and cried. DH also cried, which he doesn't do as often. Scooter was his kitty, his "Old Man". While we were there, Scooter tried to relieve himself on the table, but couldn't... Even yowled out in pain, and gave a quiet meow. Eventually, it was time, and the vet had sedated him. I cradled his head in my left hand, while petted him with my right, and spoke to him in his ear. I told him to go to his Momma, our beloved Precious kitty, and to fly free. I also told him how much I loved him, and that he will no longer be in pain.
He was 14 years old, which is 98 in human years. He was tired of being in pain, and you can see it.
I cried so very much yesterday after getting off the phone with the vet's office, and didn't think I had anything left. I was wrong.
I really wish I knew how to post pictures on here, but I'm technically challenged.
