One of my cats, Miss Kitty, got into a fight with her older brother Whitey two weeks ago, and he bit her on her hind quarters. Late last week, it appeared that the blood and all the drainage had ceased, and Miss Kitty was social on her usual routine (which wasn't very social at all). But over the past week, she was staying upstairs in the guest bedroom, while Whitey stayed downstairs.
I was home one day this week with the car in the shop, and I could see Miss Kitty getting up and down the stairs slowly, and eating and drinking. It seemed to me that she was gradually on-the-mend; her movement and appetite appeared to continue throughout the week.
Around 2:00pm Saturday, I heard a pitiful "mew" and found Miss Kitty downstairs unable to move. I was able to pick her up. I immediately knew something was wrong--she never let me do that. She had no energy to fight back, even though there was never a reason to do so. She was also dehydrated, which I knew was a bad sign. So I took her to the emergency vet.
The vet found an abscess (Miss Kitty bit me in the process), opened and cleaned it, gave an antibiotic injection, a prescription, and instructions to keep the area clean as well as to follow up to my regular vet for bloodwork--thyroid and renal (kidney) checks.
I got Miss Kitty home and set her up in the guest bedroom, separating her from Whitey with doors closed. She was still not interested in food or drink, and could not move very far, but I could pet her and feel purring. I went out to the grocery store to get a fresh litter box and litter, along with peroxide and cotton balls. She had moved to the floor.
A friend then provided some canned food that I could mix in with the antibiotics. My plan was to spend the rest of the evening downstairs with Whitey (after this day, I needed a nap). Then I was going to spend the night with Miss Kitty.
I got up from the nap around 10:30, fixed a late ramen dinner, and prepared the first mix of beef cat food and antibiotics for Miss Kitty. When I went upstairs and situated myself in the guest bedroom, she did not respond. But that did not surprise me. She was probably under the bed. I fixed up pillows, and went around to the side of the bed, and saw her. I decided to pick her up so I could clean the abscess. But when I picked her up, I found that she was dead.
I angled her into her cat carrier and took her to the garage, where I transferred her to a plastic bag. She came into my life as a kitty that had to stay in the garage until I could take her to the vet and have her checked out. And now she goes out as a kitty who needs to stay in the garage until I can take her to the vet for disposal.
Miss Kitty was 12-13 years old...I don't recall which of my birthdays she adopted me, but that was a world away. I'll miss her.
- Steve
I was home one day this week with the car in the shop, and I could see Miss Kitty getting up and down the stairs slowly, and eating and drinking. It seemed to me that she was gradually on-the-mend; her movement and appetite appeared to continue throughout the week.
Around 2:00pm Saturday, I heard a pitiful "mew" and found Miss Kitty downstairs unable to move. I was able to pick her up. I immediately knew something was wrong--she never let me do that. She had no energy to fight back, even though there was never a reason to do so. She was also dehydrated, which I knew was a bad sign. So I took her to the emergency vet.
The vet found an abscess (Miss Kitty bit me in the process), opened and cleaned it, gave an antibiotic injection, a prescription, and instructions to keep the area clean as well as to follow up to my regular vet for bloodwork--thyroid and renal (kidney) checks.
I got Miss Kitty home and set her up in the guest bedroom, separating her from Whitey with doors closed. She was still not interested in food or drink, and could not move very far, but I could pet her and feel purring. I went out to the grocery store to get a fresh litter box and litter, along with peroxide and cotton balls. She had moved to the floor.
A friend then provided some canned food that I could mix in with the antibiotics. My plan was to spend the rest of the evening downstairs with Whitey (after this day, I needed a nap). Then I was going to spend the night with Miss Kitty.
I got up from the nap around 10:30, fixed a late ramen dinner, and prepared the first mix of beef cat food and antibiotics for Miss Kitty. When I went upstairs and situated myself in the guest bedroom, she did not respond. But that did not surprise me. She was probably under the bed. I fixed up pillows, and went around to the side of the bed, and saw her. I decided to pick her up so I could clean the abscess. But when I picked her up, I found that she was dead.
I angled her into her cat carrier and took her to the garage, where I transferred her to a plastic bag. She came into my life as a kitty that had to stay in the garage until I could take her to the vet and have her checked out. And now she goes out as a kitty who needs to stay in the garage until I can take her to the vet for disposal.
Miss Kitty was 12-13 years old...I don't recall which of my birthdays she adopted me, but that was a world away. I'll miss her.
- Steve
