Warning!!! this is long and describes how and why my cat died. More Sweet pictures at the bottom if you want to just jump to that.
I lost my precious kitty cat Biscuit on Monday January 13th, 2020.
Biscuit came home limping in early December 2019. We thought she had just sprained something jumping out of a tree or something. (My cats were indoor / outdoor cats before this happened, they are now strictly indoor cats) We babied her a lot and figured she would be ok in a few days. Well, she seemed to get worse. We didn’t have the money for a vet, I was calling, asking friends, family, you name it. I asked my vet (that I have used for years) if I could make payments or if they would see her without payment. A very loud NO was the response. One vet told me to call the humane society and see if their charity program could help. It COULD! Up to $150. I rushed her over to the vet, they x-rayed her, said no obvious injuries, that she would be fine in a few days. We asked about a raisin sized swelling on her spine – they said it was just soft tissue damage, it would be fine. She was still eating, pooping and peeing at this point (this is important information for later in my story).
Brought our baby home and continued to love on her. All this was on December 16th 2019. We kept thinking that she seemed to be getting worse, but again, no money to take her back, humane society only helps each person once and all family members broke. And the vet said they would not see her without further payment. (this is important later on too) During this time, she was still eating etc, and would still follow me to the bathroom. We of course never let her outside at this point.
Then on January 9th, it happened, she could no longer use her back legs at all. We were devastated and prepared for her to die. We had no money for euthanasia, which or vet said would be $100. So, with very heavy heart, my husband started to prepare himself mentally to do what would need to be done if we thought she was in pain. (Although many people are horrified at the thought, shooting a pet to end it’s misery is a valid, time honored and perfectly legal way (at least here) to put a pet down. We have had to do it in the past (A VERY old dog) and may have to resort to it in the future. - for reference we live in a rural area on a 20 acre farm, you can’t do this in town)
As I don’t usually sleep at night, choosing most days to sleep when the sun comes up, I monitored her through the night, she slept soundly, breathed rough and I actually prayed for God to take her so my husband would not have to shoot her. (She was his favorite cat and he was her favorite human). Around 3 am I heard a noise and looked down beside my chair and the little bugger was crawling to the food dish! I though Wow, maybe she can live! I jumped up, ran a towel under her back end and “walked” her to the food and water bowls a foot away. She ate and drank, was not peeing or pooping though. A quick online search found a vet site that showed how to express her bladder (far, far easier than it sounds) And thought maybe she has a chance, no poop though. The next morning my husband and I start looking for ideas on how to build her a wheelchair if she pulls through. That evening, the man who I got her from called to ask me how she was. (I had texted him when she got bad.) He offers to come by the next day to see her and try to express poop – not as easy as the bladder. Offers to bring her a wheelchair!
Well, on Sunday afternoon, she started to go downhill again and I mean FAST. She would not take water in a dropper or eat although she ate some chicken that morning. When our friend got there we were convinced she was dying, she was so cold to the touch and was shivering so I had a heating pad on her to try to keep her warm. He said he thought she just needed some subcutaneous fluids to perk her up. He knows how to do this so he took her home and gave her some and she also ate some chicken broth. He decide to take her to a vet 40 miles away on Monday morning and pay for it himself. We prayed and waited through the night. The text and then phone call came a little before noon on Monday the 13th. Our most precious baby was dead. The vet had to put her down. You see, the IDIOT that calls himself a vet that she saw the first time, MISSED a bite wound through her spine! That little swelling we worried about, well, that was a blood clot. It kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger, until it got big enough to block the blood flow to her legs, bladder and bowels. That is why she could not stand, or poop or pee. The second vet said even at the point the first vet saw her it “might” have been too late but that she probably could have been saved at that point. Took me till Wednesday the 15th to calm down enough to call the first vet and tell them what his incompetence caused. They had the NERVE to tell me that they would have seen her again without payment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told the woman (after figuratively removing God’s hand from my mouth), that she had told me a different story a couple of weeks ago and she denied it!!!!!!!!!! I am still so very angry. I am trying so hard to be a good christian and forgive them like God tells us to, but this is not going to be easy.
Now I know why my little girl was so cold, her little back end was dying from having no blood flow. The second vet said that by Christmas it was already to late for my baby.
I still have my other three babies, Turbo, Poopadupe and Wiki. They are a great comfort right now, but are angry with me because I will not allow them outside anymore. Vet said it looked like a coyote bite. Our neighbor’s son-in-law, and actually our former neighbor, is an avid hunter and says his trail cams have been showing an increase in coyotes in the area, he is going to start hunting them on his next day off.
I am leaving you with a few pictures of my precious Biscuit. She was a little under 2 years old.
in my hubby's arms in happier times