The Saddest Thing Ever
Yesterday I noticed that one of the kittens, Ipod, was having trouble breathing. I just figured he had kitty asthma (they can get asthma!) and left him alone. Throughout the day it got worse and worse. Finally, around probably 8:00PM i noticed he was just gasping for air, it was so sad. I took him outside for fresh air, because it was so hot and stuffy yesterday it made the air in the apartment really stagnant. It seemed to be helping a bit, but every once in a while he would start freaking out and flailing. I think it was because he couldn't actually breathe. I called the emergency vet, the closest one is in salem, which is a half hour away, and they said to go ahead and bring him in. It would be $70 just to look at him, and then more to actually treat him. I talked with jeremiah and he said you can't put a price on his life, which is true, so I took him down there. At first they put him in an oxygen chamber, but the doctor came out and told me it wasn't doing any good. He said Ipod was having respiratory arrest, or something like that, and to try and save him would cost at least $600-$700. That's a lot of money, but I assume you could get on a payment plan so it wouldn't be the end of the world. However, the doctor said that even if I did decide to go with the treatment option, he honestly didn't think Ipod would make it through the night because he was in the end stages and "barely hanging on." I obviously got very sad and after a few minutes the doctor said the best option and the most humane thing to do would be to put him down. That sucked. I thought about it and the doctor said again he will most likely die on his own so it would be better to stop his suffering. I asked what exactly the euthanization process was like, and he said they give him an overdose of anethesia, so basically Ipod would just go to sleep and not wake up. So I decided to go ahead with that. Oh yeah, I haven't mentioned that Ipod was only four weeks old! Ugh it was so terrible. Terrible watching him gasp for air, terrible watching him flail when he couldn't breathe, and terrible that the dr. thought my poor little four week old Ipod would die no matter what.
He brought me in the back so I could say goodbye to Ipod, and then I got checked out. It was so sad. I called Jeremiah and cried and I cried on the way back and I cried some more when I got home. It's so terrible that this poor, little, innocent, four week old guy had to die. I really liked him because he was black, just like his daddy (who is my favorite cat in the whole world), the only black one in the litter, and his dad, Bru, has the most adorable face, he kind if has floppy cheeks, it's hard to explain but it's so cute, and Ipod was the only one in the litter to inherit that characteristic.
Anyway, I have to get going to class, but I had a pretty sad night last night. I am still pretty bummed about it. I miss you, Ipod!
He brought me in the back so I could say goodbye to Ipod, and then I got checked out. It was so sad. I called Jeremiah and cried and I cried on the way back and I cried some more when I got home. It's so terrible that this poor, little, innocent, four week old guy had to die. I really liked him because he was black, just like his daddy (who is my favorite cat in the whole world), the only black one in the litter, and his dad, Bru, has the most adorable face, he kind if has floppy cheeks, it's hard to explain but it's so cute, and Ipod was the only one in the litter to inherit that characteristic.
Anyway, I have to get going to class, but I had a pretty sad night last night. I am still pretty bummed about it. I miss you, Ipod!