Hi Era,
My cat passed away on Saturday and I'm having trouble dealing with it. Her name was Evie.
My wife and I adopted her when she was a kitten, and her second birthday was coming up next month. Back in September, my wife called me while I was at work and told me that she (Evie) had laid down around 8:00 AM and hadn't moved since. It was around 4:00 PM at this point, so I rushed home so we could take her to the vet and try and figure out what was wrong. When I got there, she couldn't move. She couldn't walk, lift her head, or eat. For some reason, I figured she didn't feel good and the vet would say something like she's sick and needs medicine, simple. After the vet took her in, we waited about an hour before they came back out with an update. The vet told us with a gravely concerned look on her face that Evie appeared to be severely anemic, and if she didn't have an immediate blood transfusion she wouldn't make it through the night.
This was obviously a huge shock and we couldn't process it at the time, but we knew that we had to try and save her. So we drove straight to the ER and spent the next 6 hours in the parking lot, due to COVID, while the doctors there did everything they could. The transfusion went well. 24 hours and $2500 later, Evie was back home with us.
Over the next few weeks she had various tests conducted to try and determine what happened and if there was any chance to save her. Everything came back pointing to a genetic disease, and that her anemia was incurable. We were give steroids to help her get through the day, but ultimately we were given 2 weeks left with her.
She fought every single day, and ultimately stayed with us for 4 months until we brought her back to the vet on Saturday. We knew it was time. She wasn't Evie anymore and we didn't want to watch her suffer. My wife and I were with her when she passed and we're happy that she's no longer in pain, but I miss her so much.
I know this is stupid because so many have lost family and friends over the past year, and she's just a cat, but our house feels so empty now. I've lost people in my family and I didn't feel the way I do now even when my grandpa died. I know time will make it easier but this fucking sucks. I miss her so much.
My cat passed away on Saturday and I'm having trouble dealing with it. Her name was Evie.
My wife and I adopted her when she was a kitten, and her second birthday was coming up next month. Back in September, my wife called me while I was at work and told me that she (Evie) had laid down around 8:00 AM and hadn't moved since. It was around 4:00 PM at this point, so I rushed home so we could take her to the vet and try and figure out what was wrong. When I got there, she couldn't move. She couldn't walk, lift her head, or eat. For some reason, I figured she didn't feel good and the vet would say something like she's sick and needs medicine, simple. After the vet took her in, we waited about an hour before they came back out with an update. The vet told us with a gravely concerned look on her face that Evie appeared to be severely anemic, and if she didn't have an immediate blood transfusion she wouldn't make it through the night.
This was obviously a huge shock and we couldn't process it at the time, but we knew that we had to try and save her. So we drove straight to the ER and spent the next 6 hours in the parking lot, due to COVID, while the doctors there did everything they could. The transfusion went well. 24 hours and $2500 later, Evie was back home with us.
Over the next few weeks she had various tests conducted to try and determine what happened and if there was any chance to save her. Everything came back pointing to a genetic disease, and that her anemia was incurable. We were give steroids to help her get through the day, but ultimately we were given 2 weeks left with her.
She fought every single day, and ultimately stayed with us for 4 months until we brought her back to the vet on Saturday. We knew it was time. She wasn't Evie anymore and we didn't want to watch her suffer. My wife and I were with her when she passed and we're happy that she's no longer in pain, but I miss her so much.
I know this is stupid because so many have lost family and friends over the past year, and she's just a cat, but our house feels so empty now. I've lost people in my family and I didn't feel the way I do now even when my grandpa died. I know time will make it easier but this fucking sucks. I miss her so much.