Minnesota:
Not sure where to put this, or even if it can be addressed here in these forums but will take a shot.
Pet name: squirt
15yrs old, thinks he's a dog/kitten. Never been outside, never been around other people (he hides on visitors), no contact with any animal. He runs around and attacks his roomy. He likes his belly rubbed, wakes me every morning at 5 to feed him and is a little pissy if I don't head off to bed round midnight - he is very smart, almost kid like. Prob why the pain of loss is so great.
He has had 3 bouts of constipation this year, severe - first one he had to lay down it was so bad, few months later, horrid dry heaves episode (sounded like a small child screaming each time) and then this week, no vomiting and couple attempts at the box. He was drinking a lot, but not much of an appitite and by the next day he wasnt eating. he would still go and try the box, and drink but then lay down - his breathing was scary labored. It was so bad in fact that it made me go take him to the vet. Thats where the prob started.
I know since he has never been in a car, he was already crying - motion of the vehicle was totally forign to him, we soothed him the best we could. But i could tell with him barely breathing, crying, he was gonna go into a panic attack.
Got to the vet, the were very fast, took him to the back, to get oxygen on hime to help him breath and hopes he calms down. apparently he did, so they went to get a blood sample and he got "excited" again, and then died.
I write this a few days later to make sure I am thinking straight and not out of anger. I understand that there are safty measures hospitals have, howver, in the case of our pet, who has never seen anyone but us, I would think that they would let one of us go in (I am the only one that can calm him down when he is afraid), and comfort him. I swear on everything I know, that Squirt died of fright. It must be horrifying to see his family fade behind a closed door and strange people (5 of them - they were very attentive), hoover with object to poke him. His breathing was so bad when we brought him him (and I know what it is like, i have asma and apnea - and getting excited because impossible to breath) - that he must have stopped breathing out of sheer fear!
It is because of that - that is it possible that they are responsible for not taking different actions to help him calm down - allowing one of us to go in and comfort him?. 2hrs prior, even though he was struggling with breathing, he was walking, drinking, (trying) to use the box, sunbathing or laying by me. There was no sign of pain, just had really hard time breathing (as the constipation was pushing on his diaphragm). And the only reason I brought him in was to help him breath better. NO DIE! 14yrs - I know him, he was scared, alone and being sick He panicked.
To most its just "a cat" but to us, he was a family member - we have another cat, but the attachment isnt there. she eats sleeps and poops. Not interactive like Squirt. We feel there was no "caring" just "people doing their job".
I am not good at wording this to find out if there was indeed a chance that could have helped him have a stool and then find out why he was constipated - not go in, panic out of sheer fright then die. What went wrong?
Not sure where to put this, or even if it can be addressed here in these forums but will take a shot.
Pet name: squirt
15yrs old, thinks he's a dog/kitten. Never been outside, never been around other people (he hides on visitors), no contact with any animal. He runs around and attacks his roomy. He likes his belly rubbed, wakes me every morning at 5 to feed him and is a little pissy if I don't head off to bed round midnight - he is very smart, almost kid like. Prob why the pain of loss is so great.
He has had 3 bouts of constipation this year, severe - first one he had to lay down it was so bad, few months later, horrid dry heaves episode (sounded like a small child screaming each time) and then this week, no vomiting and couple attempts at the box. He was drinking a lot, but not much of an appitite and by the next day he wasnt eating. he would still go and try the box, and drink but then lay down - his breathing was scary labored. It was so bad in fact that it made me go take him to the vet. Thats where the prob started.
I know since he has never been in a car, he was already crying - motion of the vehicle was totally forign to him, we soothed him the best we could. But i could tell with him barely breathing, crying, he was gonna go into a panic attack.
Got to the vet, the were very fast, took him to the back, to get oxygen on hime to help him breath and hopes he calms down. apparently he did, so they went to get a blood sample and he got "excited" again, and then died.
I write this a few days later to make sure I am thinking straight and not out of anger. I understand that there are safty measures hospitals have, howver, in the case of our pet, who has never seen anyone but us, I would think that they would let one of us go in (I am the only one that can calm him down when he is afraid), and comfort him. I swear on everything I know, that Squirt died of fright. It must be horrifying to see his family fade behind a closed door and strange people (5 of them - they were very attentive), hoover with object to poke him. His breathing was so bad when we brought him him (and I know what it is like, i have asma and apnea - and getting excited because impossible to breath) - that he must have stopped breathing out of sheer fear!
It is because of that - that is it possible that they are responsible for not taking different actions to help him calm down - allowing one of us to go in and comfort him?. 2hrs prior, even though he was struggling with breathing, he was walking, drinking, (trying) to use the box, sunbathing or laying by me. There was no sign of pain, just had really hard time breathing (as the constipation was pushing on his diaphragm). And the only reason I brought him in was to help him breath better. NO DIE! 14yrs - I know him, he was scared, alone and being sick He panicked.
To most its just "a cat" but to us, he was a family member - we have another cat, but the attachment isnt there. she eats sleeps and poops. Not interactive like Squirt. We feel there was no "caring" just "people doing their job".
I am not good at wording this to find out if there was indeed a chance that could have helped him have a stool and then find out why he was constipated - not go in, panic out of sheer fright then die. What went wrong?