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  • the chunns
    Dear Karen, I was so very sorry to hear about Ocean. Having recently lost my own dear kitty TC, I know how much you are hurting right now. Just take comfort
    Message 1 of 1 , Apr 4, 2001
      Dear Karen,

      I was so very sorry to hear about Ocean. Having recently lost
      my own dear kitty TC, I know how much you are hurting right
      now. Just take comfort in knowing that someday you will
      be with Ocean again.

      ----- Original Message -----
      From: Polis, Karen [CNTUS] <polisk@...>
      To: 'feline-heart@onelist.com' <feline-heart@yahoogroups.com>
      Sent: Wednesday, April 04, 2001 8:27 AM
      Subject: [feline-heart]

      > Ocean, (my Singapura cat just over 2 years old) died Tuesday, April 3,
      > sometime between 3:30 and 6:00 pm.
      > I took him yesterday morning to the vet for a fasting blood test to check
      > there were any underlying diseases complicating his severe cardiomyopathy.
      > The vet said his murmur sounded less obvious than it had in December and
      > that his lungs sounded "harsh" but that there were no crackling sounds
      > would indicate definite fluid in his lungs. All this sounded pretty
      > positive, however, the stress of trying to draw blood proved too much for
      > him and the vet sent him home with me saying, "I'm afraid if we keep
      > we're going to kill him." When she handed him back to me, his bottom was
      > wet because he had peed from the fear, his back legs were weak, and his
      > glazed.
      > On the car ride home (only a 5 minute ride), I heard him scream and gag
      > I thought he had a heart attack. I almost turned the car around, but I saw
      > he was still moving so I thought the best thing would be just to get him
      > back in his own home where he could relax. When we got home, he screamed
      > again, spit up and ran under my roommate's bed. He was panting very
      > with wide, glazed eyes. He collapsed on his side a few times, struggled to
      > pull himself along the floor like that and got up on his stomach. He
      > came out from under the bed and was sitting up on his front feet. He was
      > pooping and drooling and panting and occasionally he made that horrible
      > screaming sound, shook his head violently and spit up.
      > He was like this for about 40 minutes. He did seem alert- he turned his
      > towards the door when Tracy walked in and he responded slightly when we
      > spoke to him. My other cat, Desert, went up to sniff at him a few times,
      > she ran from him and to me, crying at me constantly as if she wanted me to
      > explain to her what was going on. At one point, Ocean lay down on his side
      > and this caused him to gag, scream and spit up again. He did not try to
      > on his side again. The vet wanted me to bring him in for oxygen and Lasix
      > therapy (to help get rid of the fluid in his lungs), but I was sure the
      > ride would kill him and the vet would not come out to my house. Finally,
      > Ocean began to breathe a little slower and his mouth was almost completely
      > closed as opposed to being gaped open and panting. He continued to sit up
      > and stretch his neck out to take in more air, but he definitely looked
      > improved. He was obviously exhausted and wanted to lie down and rest, but
      > couldn't breathe well enough that way, so he held himself up for hours. He
      > seemed to have calmed down quite a bit by 3:00 though his ears twitched
      > slightly and continuously and his tail stayed puffed up. He had peed on
      > tile floor of Tracy's bathroom (even though he was sitting on the rug- so
      > quess he had enough awareness to not want to pee on the rug), and he was
      > lying on his stomach looking a lot better and more relaxed. A few seconds
      > later he stood up again and tried to maneuver his body around, but he was
      > wobbly, he just stumbled and leaned against the wall. I went to the vet to
      > pick up a needle of Lasix. The vet said she doesn't normally send home
      > injectable drugs with owners, but she let me practice with saline on one
      > the cats they had there. It was just a subcutaneous injection and was a
      > easier to give than I thought. I went home and gave the Lasix shot to
      > he didn't even seem to notice (even though I stuck him twice because I
      > didn't think I had depressed the needle all the way). He had moved about 5
      > feet from the corner where he had stayed since about 12:00, and now he was
      > standing over a glass half filled with water. I thought maybe he wanted to
      > drink, so I filled the glass and put it under his nose, but he ignored it
      > (the same as he did when I presented him with some gravy from food).
      > I felt better having given him the injection since the vet said it
      > possible hurt and could very well help, so I thought it was alright to go
      > Ginger's house to see about buying her computer and helping her parent's
      > clean up after Ginger's death last Wednesday. At 5:00, I started feeling
      > anxious about getting home to Ocean, so I got in the car and started down
      > the road, but traffic was so heavy that I turned right around and went
      > to Ginger's, thinking it would take me longer to get home in rush hour
      > traffic than to just wait another hour or so. By 5:30, I felt horribly
      > anxious and I went home despite the traffic. When I went into Tracy's
      > Ocean was no longer there, and he wasn't under the bed. I found him on the
      > floor of my room, near the head of my bed, tail still puffed, eyes and
      > open- dead. He had made his way from Tracy's room to mine- I can only
      > he was looking for me, and I was not there.
      > I don't know why I did not stay with him. I knew the chance I was taking.
      > The vet said it was better that way because the image of him dying would
      > always haunt me, but the image of him trying to find me is haunting me
      > She also said that sometimes animals deliberately wait to be alone before
      > they die, but I don't know if this was the case with Ocean because he
      > wanted to be around people, especially when he was sick.
      > I wrapped him in his favourite blanket (a plush, faux leopard skin that is
      > super cozy and matched his colouring), put one of the tissues I had cried
      > into next to his mouth (he always loved to munch on tissues), and brought
      > him to the vet to be cremated. I forgot to put a favourite treat in with
      > him, but I figure I can sprinkle some dried shrimp flakes in with the
      > when I get them back. I did not put in a favourite toy, because he was
      > always much more interested in playing with Desert than with any toys.
      > A message on the answering machine from the vet said that they had run
      > on the little blood they had been able to get from him, and there was
      > nothing out of the ordinary- so as it turns out, I never had to bring him
      > for that test in the first place.
      > I am grateful that he died in his own home (I guess my instincts were
      > correct not to bring him back to the vet), and that he only suffered for
      > about 6 1/2 to 9 hours total, and that I did not have to make that final
      > decision.
      > Goodbye, Little Boy.
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