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Cat death
9 years ago
Currently in the life of a Sunflion F-22...
I've since recovered from my sprain and have been lurking here and there, but it will take much longer to recover from what transpired recently in my radio silence. I will still be sparse for now in light of things.
My cat Mow mow, a 13 year old bombay mix, died on saturday morning. They were a kitty that had persisting health problems since I adopted them, and their health had taken a sharper decline after I sprained my ankle and was unable to work. I had taken them to an animal hospital friday after I got my first paycheck in a month and a half.
I was convinced they were dying, and was sent home with them after a physical examination determined that there was "nothing wrong" on the outside and that they would simply need blood work to have more info. They also said my cat was at worst just experiencing nausua, and that they were in little to no physical pain.
Mow Mow was wailing and drooling from the mouth right in front of them. Making noises I had never heard in all my time owning them.
They were suprised Mow Mow died the next day. Utterly shocked. I wasn't.
I feel as if I lost money and a life at the same time. This isnt the first time that I take a cat to a vet, knowing in my heart that my child needs hospitalization and stabilization, only to be sent home with nothing effective being done, or nothing being done at all.
"Just be patient."
If we had that thought process for every non linear medical case for humans, tons of people with strange case files would just die straight up because of doctors treating the issue like there's actually any time to spare. With Mow Mow, there wasn't any time to spare. This just increases my distrust towards vets, since the results to throwing 600 and 300 dollars down the drain shouldn't be a dead cat 24-72 hours later. It should be an alive and stable pet.
Anyway, I've had my venting about the situation. I can only say now that I hope Mow Mow rests in peace and felt like I loved them enough to try and visit me in my dreams, like they did last night. I had a dream that they were trying to wake me up for food, since thats what they usually do when I'm home. I woke up from that dream, knowing that they weren't really there. But they wanted to wake me up one last time I guess.
Thank you Mow Mow, I love you sweetheart.
My cat Mow mow, a 13 year old bombay mix, died on saturday morning. They were a kitty that had persisting health problems since I adopted them, and their health had taken a sharper decline after I sprained my ankle and was unable to work. I had taken them to an animal hospital friday after I got my first paycheck in a month and a half.
I was convinced they were dying, and was sent home with them after a physical examination determined that there was "nothing wrong" on the outside and that they would simply need blood work to have more info. They also said my cat was at worst just experiencing nausua, and that they were in little to no physical pain.
Mow Mow was wailing and drooling from the mouth right in front of them. Making noises I had never heard in all my time owning them.
They were suprised Mow Mow died the next day. Utterly shocked. I wasn't.
I feel as if I lost money and a life at the same time. This isnt the first time that I take a cat to a vet, knowing in my heart that my child needs hospitalization and stabilization, only to be sent home with nothing effective being done, or nothing being done at all.
"Just be patient."
If we had that thought process for every non linear medical case for humans, tons of people with strange case files would just die straight up because of doctors treating the issue like there's actually any time to spare. With Mow Mow, there wasn't any time to spare. This just increases my distrust towards vets, since the results to throwing 600 and 300 dollars down the drain shouldn't be a dead cat 24-72 hours later. It should be an alive and stable pet.
Anyway, I've had my venting about the situation. I can only say now that I hope Mow Mow rests in peace and felt like I loved them enough to try and visit me in my dreams, like they did last night. I had a dream that they were trying to wake me up for food, since thats what they usually do when I'm home. I woke up from that dream, knowing that they weren't really there. But they wanted to wake me up one last time I guess.
Thank you Mow Mow, I love you sweetheart.
