Author Topic: One of my cats passed away tonight.  (Read 3611 times)

pets dying is always so sad
:(

Meowing indicates that its body still hasn't started shutting down because if it did, the cat wouldn't meow at all if it were in the critical stages. It could have gotten help. Besides, if it can meow, it can breathe, even if slightly.

Yeah...but...like if there was severe internal damage or (because of maggots) major infestation of parasites inside its body.  Who knows?  Could've been saved, maybe not.  Vet bills are also pretty hefty now, and insurance is usually not practical.

   Last February (February 17, 2013), I lost my dog that I've had almost my entire life.  She was fifteen years old.  The day we put her down, we had her in the laundry room and she was just sitting on her bed watching us through the gate.  She would get up and stumble up to the gate and watch us move about the kitchen, then after a few minutes lay back down again.  She didn't seem to be in much pain (she probably was, though, just quiet about it).  She wasn't really eating or drinking anything.  The month before (the same day Stan Musial died), she had had a seizure/stroke in the kitchen that rendered her mostly crippled.  She'd stagger around in a limp, and sometimes would collapse on the floor unable to get up for a few minutes.
   That afternoon came, and my parents said we were taking her to the vet.  We probably wouldn't bring her back alive, they said.  My mom picked her up and wrapped her in my favorite blanket from when I was little.  I felt my throat getting really tight, and couldn't help thinking, "She is definitely going to make it longer.  Why are we doing this now?  I mean, she can still walk and breathe."
   When we got there (an hour long drive that seemed like two minutes), we set her on the table.  When we took the blanket off, we found blood on it.  Turns out, she was bleeding from her intestinal tract.  My whole family, and two of the dogs, stayed with her until she was gone.  Afterwards, she lost some fluid through her nose.  We think it was from her lungs.
   Sure, she probably could have survived another couple of days, maybe even weeks (if she was really lucky, because she was hardly eating or drinking at all), but either way, she would have died in the end anyway.  Those last few days would have been terrible for her too, as she was already very visibly in no quality of life on her last day.

I think with your cat, it would have been nearly the same way.  The vet bills, if you're family had tried to save him, would have left a huge dent.  Even then, if you're family couldn't have saved him, the money would all have been wasted.  We all love our animals, but practicality comes in more with animals than humans.

Yeah...but...like if there was severe internal damage or (because of maggots) major infestation of parasites inside its body.  Who knows?  Could've been saved, maybe not.  Vet bills are also pretty hefty now, and insurance is usually not practical.

   Last February (February 17, 2013), I lost my dog that I've had almost my entire life.  She was fifteen years old.  The day we put her down, we had her in the laundry room and she was just sitting on her bed watching us through the gate.  She would get up and stumble up to the gate and watch us move about the kitchen, then after a few minutes lay back down again.  She didn't seem to be in much pain (she probably was, though, just quiet about it).  She wasn't really eating or drinking anything.  The month before (the same day Stan Musial died), she had had a seizure/stroke in the kitchen that rendered her mostly crippled.  She'd stagger around in a limp, and sometimes would collapse on the floor unable to get up for a few minutes.
   That afternoon came, and my parents said we were taking her to the vet.  We probably wouldn't bring her back alive, they said.  My mom picked her up and wrapped her in my favorite blanket from when I was little.  I felt my throat getting really tight, and couldn't help thinking, "She is definitely going to make it longer.  Why are we doing this now?  I mean, she can still walk and breathe."
   When we got there (an hour long drive that seemed like two minutes), we set her on the table.  When we took the blanket off, we found blood on it.  Turns out, she was bleeding from her intestinal tract.  My whole family, and two of the dogs, stayed with her until she was gone.  Afterwards, she lost some fluid through her nose.  We think it was from her lungs.
   Sure, she probably could have survived another couple of days, maybe even weeks (if she was really lucky, because she was hardly eating or drinking at all), but either way, she would have died in the end anyway.  Those last few days would have been terrible for her too, as she was already very visibly in no quality of life on her last day.

I think with your cat, it would have been nearly the same way.  The vet bills, if you're family had tried to save him, would have left a huge dent.  Even then, if you're family couldn't have saved him, the money would all have been wasted.  We all love our animals, but practicality comes in more with animals than humans.

Aw :c

I'm so sorry to hear that. And also, the last time I saw my cat, he was meowing at me while laying in his favorite place, the bath tub, because we put him there for his last resting place before my dad took him outside to "put him out of his misery". Honestly, I think surgery could have saved him, but it would have been like a human surgery where you'd probably have to open him up completely (rather than just a spot like the side of his face or a part of his stomach) if there were things inside of him.

Also, he was missing fur on his tail which implied he got it caught on something or he was in a fight. Either way, he didn't even look that bad. I still think we could have saved him but the fee would have been hefty and I'm not a very wealthy person at all. I was far more poor back then than I am now. But if I could do it over again, I'd pay the bill myself with my own money just to have him back. I didn't even get to pet him before my dad put him down.

Aw :c

I'm so sorry to hear that. And also, the last time I saw my cat, he was meowing at me while laying in his favorite place, the bath tub, because we put him there for his last resting place before my dad took him outside to "put him out of his misery". Honestly, I think surgery could have saved him, but it would have been like a human surgery where you'd probably have to open him up completely (rather than just a spot like the side of his face or a part of his stomach) if there were things inside of him.

Also, he was missing fur on his tail which implied he got it caught on something or he was in a fight. Either way, he didn't even look that bad. I still think we could have saved him but the fee would have been hefty and I'm not a very wealthy person at all. I was far more poor back then than I am now. But if I could do it over again, I'd pay the bill myself with my own money just to have him back. I didn't even get to pet him before my dad put him down.

The only pets who we have ever had to put down are as follows:

Buttons (1982-1997), my mom's first dog, put down on December 23.  Weird, because two dogs I have now were born on this date (12/23/2005 and 12/23/2011).
Boss (1995?-2000), my mom's second dog, put down because he was blind, deaf, disoriented, and had severe problems.
Bo (1995?-1998), the nicest cat we ever owned, died of a urinary blockage
Baxter (?-?), my mom's first cat, I don't know much about him except he ran away from my dad's friend's house and never came back.
Becka (1998-2013), already explained

Really, I'm not accustomed (no one should ever have to be) to having animals put down, since I don't remember most of these.  Last one would have been in 2000, and I would have been four at that time.  Back in those days, my parents were very young parents with one and two kids and didn't have the best jobs.

The only pets who we have ever had to put down are as follows:

Buttons (1982-1997), my mom's first dog, put down on December 23.  Weird, because two dogs I have now were born on this date (12/23/2005 and 12/23/2011).
Boss (1995?-2000), my mom's second dog, put down because he was blind, deaf, disoriented, and had severe problems.
Bo (1995?-1998), the nicest cat we ever owned, died of a urinary blockage
Baxter (?-?), my mom's first cat, I don't know much about him except he ran away from my dad's friend's house and never came back.
Becka (1998-2013), already explained

Really, I'm not accustomed (no one should ever have to be) to having animals put down, since I don't remember most of these.  Last one would have been in 2000, and I would have been four at that time.  Back in those days, my parents were very young parents with one and two kids and didn't have the best jobs.

Only a couple of my cats went MIA and we never knew what happened to them. But yeah man, I've been through it all. We've owned over 28(?) cats at one time (Half of them being outside cats) and over time the majority of them have died leaving us only with 6. The ones who ran away (who were outside cats), we do not know the fate of. And all of them have died to illness of some sort. I watched my cat (Kaito) die before my very eyes and didn't even cry because I was so used to it. It makes me feel like a terrible person because I don't cry when people/animals of mine die anymore. I mean, later that night, I lost a couple tears, but that was it.

Also as for all the cats that died, the majority of them lived long, full lives and had gotten problems as they grew older. Plus many of them were inbred (which increases risks) because didn't realize what was happening until it was too late and the next thing we knew we had babies everywhere. xD

i remember an old cat of mine, sketchy, rolled around in oil or somethin, and had somesort of acid stuff in him
siamese flufy kitty :(((((

Meowing indicates that its body still hasn't started shutting down because if it did, the cat wouldn't meow at all if it were in the critical stages.
you don't know that though?

it could have already been beyond the point of help and still meowed. it's not a clear indicator of anything other than the cat making a noise lol.

Well we both have something in common.  We both killed some pusillanimous individual this weekend!

Well we both have something in common.  We both killed some pusillanimous individual this weekend!
you killed ME? :C