My previous post was about one of the two kittens I saved being near death and the vet said there was nothing we can do and suggested putting him down. As I said before, we decided against that and took him home to keep him warm. He slept in bed with us tucked into a heating pad. Still as weak and frail as before.
Suddenly around 5AM he woke up. He couldn’t stay still. He had so much energy. He kept jumping off our bed. So I put him and his heating pad in his tent with his brother. A few hours later we went to bottle feed him and he drank sooooo much. We tried giving him some wet food and he devoured it. He’s been acting pretty normal since. Still small but gaining weight.
So despite the vet saying it’s near impossible him for survive he proved them wrong and pulled through!
Thanks for the support on people who commented or otherwise thought about us to send good vibes.
My 15 year old cat had a stroke. He couldn’t stand up on his own, kept falling over to one side.
We set him up with some towels in a storage bucket and I told my wife “I have to go to work, if he’s not any better, we’ll take him to the vet and have him put down.”
When I got home from work, I looked in the bucket and said his name. He raised his head, put his paws on the edge and stood completely up, like “Goddamn it, I HEARD what you said.”
He lived another 7 months.
At the end, all he wanted was to be warm so I made him a fire.
A few years ago, my 15 year old buddy started having kidney failure. The vet tried some meds and fluids, but he just kept getting worse. We made “THE appointment” because he wasn’t getting better and he was suffering. I snuggled with him on the ride there, but by the time we got to the vet, he was already gone. 😭
I’m at least glad that I was with him in the last moments. Miss you, Peekaboo!