Fritters....
The unthinkable has happened, and I am left utterly bereft.
Since Sunday night, David and I have been struggling, trying to get Fritters' diabetes under control because her sugar levels were abnormally high and she was practically vegetative. We spent over 500 dollars in vet bills, with insulin, syringes, special food, keeping her there overnight for two days... We've been administering insulin to her every 12 hours since she came home from the vet's office. With every day that passed, she was improving a little more, starting to do things she used to do before this onset of her diabetes. Rubbing her chin on her brush enthusiastically, rubbing her cheek against my knuckles, looking up at me when I called her name. Treacherous heart, I had begun allowing hope to blossom full-fledged within me at her progress, hoping against all odds that she would recover and I would have my kitty back again. The prospects were good. Even our veterinarian said he expected a full recovery.
And tonight, she died. One minute, I was holding her on my lap, petting her, feeling her stomach rise and fall with breath. We left, ran on a quick errand, came back... I turned on a movie, went into our bedroom to pick her up so she could lay on my lap while I watched the movie, and... gone. She was still warm, and not even slightly stiff, but not breathing, no pulse, nothing. I had probably just missed her.
Unsure if she had gone into a coma, if maybe the amount of insulin the vet prescribed was too much and her blood sugar had gone too *low*, we rushed her to the emergency vet clinic. 325 dollars later, and... gone. She's gone. There was nothing we could have done.
I am absolutely grief-stricken. I have never loved an animal so much in my entire life. Fritters was practically my child. She came into my life fully grown and ornery, but we quickly bonded and I have loved her to death ever since, spoiling her with love and attention. And I know that she felt just as affectionately toward me, because she showed me her affection every day of my life. There will never be another cat like Fritters ever again. She was, by far, the coolest cat I've ever known, and will probably ever know. And there is a portion of my life that is completely and utterly empty now with her loss.
Since Sunday night, David and I have been struggling, trying to get Fritters' diabetes under control because her sugar levels were abnormally high and she was practically vegetative. We spent over 500 dollars in vet bills, with insulin, syringes, special food, keeping her there overnight for two days... We've been administering insulin to her every 12 hours since she came home from the vet's office. With every day that passed, she was improving a little more, starting to do things she used to do before this onset of her diabetes. Rubbing her chin on her brush enthusiastically, rubbing her cheek against my knuckles, looking up at me when I called her name. Treacherous heart, I had begun allowing hope to blossom full-fledged within me at her progress, hoping against all odds that she would recover and I would have my kitty back again. The prospects were good. Even our veterinarian said he expected a full recovery.
And tonight, she died. One minute, I was holding her on my lap, petting her, feeling her stomach rise and fall with breath. We left, ran on a quick errand, came back... I turned on a movie, went into our bedroom to pick her up so she could lay on my lap while I watched the movie, and... gone. She was still warm, and not even slightly stiff, but not breathing, no pulse, nothing. I had probably just missed her.
Unsure if she had gone into a coma, if maybe the amount of insulin the vet prescribed was too much and her blood sugar had gone too *low*, we rushed her to the emergency vet clinic. 325 dollars later, and... gone. She's gone. There was nothing we could have done.
I am absolutely grief-stricken. I have never loved an animal so much in my entire life. Fritters was practically my child. She came into my life fully grown and ornery, but we quickly bonded and I have loved her to death ever since, spoiling her with love and attention. And I know that she felt just as affectionately toward me, because she showed me her affection every day of my life. There will never be another cat like Fritters ever again. She was, by far, the coolest cat I've ever known, and will probably ever know. And there is a portion of my life that is completely and utterly empty now with her loss.