a while back, i posted that my 18 year old cat (the only kid i have) was given a death sentence by the vet, due to feline aids.. he was not expected to live but a few weeks and i was encouraged to euthanize him.. i couldnt do it, as he still ate and purred when he was picked up..he still seemed to enjoy his life..
well, he made an amazing unexpected comback that even suprised the vet...although his disease was terminal, he wouldnt give up..
my day in hell...two weeks ago, i was backing out of my driveway and thought it was clear...i felt a thump and when i looked, i had run over nicky.. he was screaming and dragging himself, my god what a terrible feeling..
when i picked him up, he would quit screaming and gripped me tight... i figured he had a broken back and was finished... a trip to the vet and xrays showed no broken bones... the vet said i should name him supercat....i felt so bad, that i had hurt my friend, being careless.. can you believe that an 18 year old cat could survive being run over by a pick-up truck?
i left him at the vet for 6 days and brought him home... he ate like a horse and other than a slight wobble in his walk, he looked good..
he has always been an indoor-outdoor cat and has a cat door and my yard has 4 ft cattle fence.....
the horror: i was invited to the beach monday nite and came home the next day... nicky always trots down the drive to meet me when he hears my motorcycle... this time, no nick... as i approached, nicky was lying dead on the patio door.. he had been attacked by dogs and ill spare you the details....it was like someone had punched me in the chest, as i couldnt breathe...
the markings on the ground, showed that he had made a heroic fight for his life....
i was partying and my pal was being mauled by dogs, i feel so bad...i can hardly type... i was there when he was born and took him to work with me to bottle feed when his momma got sick.. he died alone on the cold concrete...
i took him to the vet and he is being cremated... so much for the tough guy image, i wept like a kid as i handed his body to the technician at the vet.
i have been holding off on filing bk, because i didnt want to part with some personal property... i would gladly give it all, to have my buddy back...
i guess its silly, to get so tore up over a damn cat, but he was my family... nicky, i miss you friend!...
well, he made an amazing unexpected comback that even suprised the vet...although his disease was terminal, he wouldnt give up..
my day in hell...two weeks ago, i was backing out of my driveway and thought it was clear...i felt a thump and when i looked, i had run over nicky.. he was screaming and dragging himself, my god what a terrible feeling..
when i picked him up, he would quit screaming and gripped me tight... i figured he had a broken back and was finished... a trip to the vet and xrays showed no broken bones... the vet said i should name him supercat....i felt so bad, that i had hurt my friend, being careless.. can you believe that an 18 year old cat could survive being run over by a pick-up truck?
i left him at the vet for 6 days and brought him home... he ate like a horse and other than a slight wobble in his walk, he looked good..
he has always been an indoor-outdoor cat and has a cat door and my yard has 4 ft cattle fence.....
the horror: i was invited to the beach monday nite and came home the next day... nicky always trots down the drive to meet me when he hears my motorcycle... this time, no nick... as i approached, nicky was lying dead on the patio door.. he had been attacked by dogs and ill spare you the details....it was like someone had punched me in the chest, as i couldnt breathe...
the markings on the ground, showed that he had made a heroic fight for his life....
i was partying and my pal was being mauled by dogs, i feel so bad...i can hardly type... i was there when he was born and took him to work with me to bottle feed when his momma got sick.. he died alone on the cold concrete...
i took him to the vet and he is being cremated... so much for the tough guy image, i wept like a kid as i handed his body to the technician at the vet.
i have been holding off on filing bk, because i didnt want to part with some personal property... i would gladly give it all, to have my buddy back...
i guess its silly, to get so tore up over a damn cat, but he was my family... nicky, i miss you friend!...
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