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My poor little rude cat is dying. I've been crying all day.
Last night he was all hanging his head like he couldn't lift it and everything, but he seemed fine other than that. So I texted Mom, but she couldn't really do anything until she got off work. I was petting him and he was happy and all that cal (when he gets happy, he meows nonstop), so I figured he'd be fine. I didn't turn on the heat or anything though, because I like it could and I thought he'd be all right since I put my throw/blanket/thing on him and he has fur, you know. But it got pretty cold last night and he didn't stay where we put him, so that probably didn't help.
Mom got home and didn't wake me up or anything, even though Pumpkin was weak and could hardly walk and he didn't seem like he could see her. She sent an email to Chris and Wendy to see if they knew of any vets (though I don't know why she couldn't just Google it), and Wendy knew of one, so she took him there. I was going to go with her, but I couldn't stop crying. It turns out he was really dehydrated and he has severe gingivitus and his body temperature was low. The vet said that when cats are that old, they drink, but sometimes not enough. They gave him some rehydrating nutritional stuff to help, and we have to take him back tomorrow, but he has less than a 50% chance of getting through it. The vet says he doesn't see cats as old as Pumpkin (about 16), so that's part of the problem. If he doesn't get better, we're going to have to put him to sleep. He seems really unhappy.
I don't know why I can't stop crying, it's not like I didn't know this was going to happen some day. I guess I was really hoping that he'd just die in his sleep, you know? And I feel really guilty. I really want him to be okay, but it's not looking too good.
Last night he was all hanging his head like he couldn't lift it and everything, but he seemed fine other than that. So I texted Mom, but she couldn't really do anything until she got off work. I was petting him and he was happy and all that cal (when he gets happy, he meows nonstop), so I figured he'd be fine. I didn't turn on the heat or anything though, because I like it could and I thought he'd be all right since I put my throw/blanket/thing on him and he has fur, you know. But it got pretty cold last night and he didn't stay where we put him, so that probably didn't help.
Mom got home and didn't wake me up or anything, even though Pumpkin was weak and could hardly walk and he didn't seem like he could see her. She sent an email to Chris and Wendy to see if they knew of any vets (though I don't know why she couldn't just Google it), and Wendy knew of one, so she took him there. I was going to go with her, but I couldn't stop crying. It turns out he was really dehydrated and he has severe gingivitus and his body temperature was low. The vet said that when cats are that old, they drink, but sometimes not enough. They gave him some rehydrating nutritional stuff to help, and we have to take him back tomorrow, but he has less than a 50% chance of getting through it. The vet says he doesn't see cats as old as Pumpkin (about 16), so that's part of the problem. If he doesn't get better, we're going to have to put him to sleep. He seems really unhappy.
I don't know why I can't stop crying, it's not like I didn't know this was going to happen some day. I guess I was really hoping that he'd just die in his sleep, you know? And I feel really guilty. I really want him to be okay, but it's not looking too good.