For those that don't know yet, our boy cat (Relm) died on Tuesday.
We've had issues with fleas for weeks and I finally broke down and went with the nuclear option. So Tuesday morning, I rounded up the cats and took them with me to work while the hubbs flea-bombed the house. After my morning Pilates class, I took all the cats to the vet where they received their yearly shot, as well as some de-wormer and flea medicine. I brought them back home and got them set up in the garage with a fan and proceeded to work on cleaning up the house and washing everything down so they could come back inside.
I checked on them several times throughout the day. Relm and Avalon would always come to the door of their cage and sniff at my hand and let me pet them. May and Belle would glare at me. They don't really like the whole cage/vet experience.
Around 4:30, I hit a lull and decided it had been a while since I had checked on the cats. So I went out there. I immediately smelled urine and thought, "Great.... now I have to clean the cages." I went to Relm and Avalon's cage and Avalon came right over and sniffed at me. But Relm was laying at the back of the cage. I called out to him a few times and even tapped the cage a bit. When I got no response, I knew something was wrong and immediately flew into panic mode.
I checked on the other two quickly and then got Avalon out of the cage and found another cage to put her in. Then I flew inside the house calling for my friend who was helping me and asked him to get Relm out of the cage while I got on the phone and called my husband. I told him Relm was completely unresponsive and that he needed to come home immediately. Then I started to dial the vet, but by then I was completely hysterical, so I handed the phone to my friend and somehow managed to communicate to him that he needed to tell the vet we were on our way.
Kit got home and I ran out the door with Relm wrapped in a blanket in my arms. I told my friend to get the other cats inside, close the windows and turn on the A/C. We sped off to the vet and I ran inside as soon as we got there. The vet came in and took one look at Relm and said that he was already dead and that he had probably been dead a few hours. I'm not really sure how I could have known this since I got panicked so quickly and wouldn't have thought to even check for breathing. Relm was still like jello; he had just barely started to stiffen up.
We talked to the vet about possible causes and he immediately ruled out overheating and dehydration saying it wouldn't have happened so fast. He believes Relm had an allergic reaction to the meds he got earlier in the day. After talking with Kit for a few days about it, we think that Relm may have already been sick based on some slight changes in him over the last few months. But it helps knowing the vet didn't catch it at the check-up, knowing that we weren't negligent. The changes were so little and almost unnoticeable.
Anyway, the last few days have been tough. One of our little girl cats has been totally devastated. She used to cuddle with Relm all the time. Now she spends most of her time moping in her own little private area. It's actually a dog carrier that we got when we had a humongous black lab. She doesn't really want to hang out with anyone else. At least she's still eating.
Below are some pics of Relm:
That one is Relm with his biological sister, Avalon. She's been very clingy, always wanting to be with Kit or me.
That one shows Relm with our two little girls, Belle and May, who are biological sisters, but not biologically related to Relm and Avalon. May is the one who is taking his death so hard. She's cuddled up next to him in this picture and then Belle is up on the pillows behind them.