Hi All:
I had to have my beloved cat Blue put to sleep yesterday. He went into the vet's on Friday with a very high BG level (600) and received intensive nursing all week-end. Unfortunately, my local vet had to take him to their main office about 30 miles away and I don't drive and the rural bus does not run on the week-end. I couldn't see Blue for 2 days, but got (I thought) accurate reports from the vet...that his BG was coming down, that his temperature was going up, that, though he was depressed, he was improved, though still critical. On Monday I finally got a friend to drive my daughter and myself to see Blue. What I saw shocked us both and struck us both dumb with grief. My beautiful Blue was not "depressed" but semi-comatose. His unseeing eyes were sunkin into his skull, his cheekbones jutted out cruelly. I held him close and he, from somewhere in his dying soul, found the strength to purr. I called for the vet and asked her how she let this happen without telling me. Her response was that she has seen cats come back from being this ill. I tell you, his third eyelid was already over his lower eye and he had no corneal reflex.
Needless to say, I immediately called for my dear Blue to be put down. My vet didn't even come back into the room to administer the injection, but sent a tech. Blue was gone. We held him for awhile then let him go. We are awaiting his ashes return to us.
Both my daughter and I were crying in sadness and anger when the tech came in to assure that we wrote out 11 checks in the amount of $100 each to be deposited every 2 weeks. I couldn't hold the pen so my 16 yr old daughter wrote them as I figured out the deposit dates.
I couldn't believe that my vet put Blue and us throught this hell. I will never trust a vet with a pet overnight at any vet's again and write this first to thank you all who advised me about Blue's diabetes and to warn everyone that you must never not visit your pet while they are hospitalized. We learned the hard way.
I had to have my beloved cat Blue put to sleep yesterday. He went into the vet's on Friday with a very high BG level (600) and received intensive nursing all week-end. Unfortunately, my local vet had to take him to their main office about 30 miles away and I don't drive and the rural bus does not run on the week-end. I couldn't see Blue for 2 days, but got (I thought) accurate reports from the vet...that his BG was coming down, that his temperature was going up, that, though he was depressed, he was improved, though still critical. On Monday I finally got a friend to drive my daughter and myself to see Blue. What I saw shocked us both and struck us both dumb with grief. My beautiful Blue was not "depressed" but semi-comatose. His unseeing eyes were sunkin into his skull, his cheekbones jutted out cruelly. I held him close and he, from somewhere in his dying soul, found the strength to purr. I called for the vet and asked her how she let this happen without telling me. Her response was that she has seen cats come back from being this ill. I tell you, his third eyelid was already over his lower eye and he had no corneal reflex.
Needless to say, I immediately called for my dear Blue to be put down. My vet didn't even come back into the room to administer the injection, but sent a tech. Blue was gone. We held him for awhile then let him go. We are awaiting his ashes return to us.
Both my daughter and I were crying in sadness and anger when the tech came in to assure that we wrote out 11 checks in the amount of $100 each to be deposited every 2 weeks. I couldn't hold the pen so my 16 yr old daughter wrote them as I figured out the deposit dates.
I couldn't believe that my vet put Blue and us throught this hell. I will never trust a vet with a pet overnight at any vet's again and write this first to thank you all who advised me about Blue's diabetes and to warn everyone that you must never not visit your pet while they are hospitalized. We learned the hard way.
