I'm here with you with a heavy heart, in great sadness. My cat, Pooky-Blue, suddenly became ill last Sunday. After spending the night in ICU at the Animal Hospital, jaundiced with a high bilirubin count, our vet recommended I take him to a specialist in Cary, NC, about 2-1/2 hours away. Our thought was to get him there for a feeding tube, but by the time we arrived he was too sick for the surgery. Within hours, his organs were shutting down, and I had to make the horrible decision to put him down.
The final diagnosis was hepatic lipidosis. I want to stress something to all of you with cats: please look at their gums when they are not acting right! Nobody told me that, and by the time they did, his gums were white instead of red, a sign of serious illness. Pooky went downhill fast, but if I'd known to look for certain signs, I could've gotten him to the vet sooner.
All in all, I know I did my very best for this special cat in my life. He was my buddy--my companion. Crazy cat lady? Maybe, but he was like family to me.
Any pet owners out there know how devastating this can be. I am a very sensitive person, who wears her heart on her sleeve. (A cancer sign.) This past week, it's been hard to breathe, walk, talk at times.
This card today is what I put together for our vet, Dr. Peter Dugan, here in NC. He always did his best for Pooky-Blue, too, as well as his staff.
I dedicate this post to my buddy, Pooky-Blue. I'm so glad I had you in my life. Good night, my friend.
(This is NOT his final resting pose, btw. He was asleep beside me here, at home, long before he became ill.)
