04-17-2010, 10:55 PM
So yesterday started out with taking my kitty Pookie to the vet, for a routine visit to check on a limp she had for awhile, and a slight sniffle. At the vet's office she started breathing heavily, so badly the vet couldn't hear her heart. He said he wanted to keep her for tests and x-rays, so I left her to be picked up later. I got a call about 2 hours later that she was having an "asthma" attack.... they gave her some medicine and were treating her as if it were asthma. When I picked her up at 2pm, she seemed okay. They sent her home with a steroid and antibiotics, the vet assumed it was asthma, except he told me her heart was enlarged.
I got her home and she was fine, gave her the first dose of antibiotics and steroid, and took a nap (had a tooth pulled). About 10pm, I noticed she was sleeping an awful lot, so I got her up to have her take her second dose of antibiotics....she wouldn't eat at all, and started breathing heavy again. She laid down under the coffee table, laid on her side with her mouth open and was huffing and puffing. I called the vet's emergency number and he told me he couldn't do anything because he didn't have an oxygen cage, I would have to call the college if she got any worse, and gave me their number...he said to watch her and keep her quiet. So in the next five minutes she went downhill. She was gasping for air and her little tongue started turning blue. I tried giving her pet CPR (compressions at least) and then put her in her carrier as I called the college and sped out of the driveway with her in the front seat. I was panicking at this point.
As they were giving me directions I was driving, and got about 2 miles down the road.....I hung up with them and pulled over to grab my GPS, when I noticed there was no movement from the carrier. My Pookie was gone.... I am so devastated. I opened up the cage and started to pull her out, and was screaming. I kept trying compressions on her but she was already gone. She had suffocated to death....I had to call a friend in the middle of the night to come take us to the college to have her cremated.
I haven't been able to stop crying. She was a part of my family for 12 years, she was my baby. The house feels so empty without her.
I'm so angry with the vet because it was congestive heart failure and he let her go home....saying it was "asthma" instead of keeping her and treating her with diuretics... I know maybe this is my reaction to grief...the "7 stages of grieving" or whatever.... but I am just upset, and angry.... My best friend is gone. She was fine a few days ago, all things considered. I'm sure she was sick for awhile, she had been wheezing, and obviously her heart was englarged....but she was FINE, and then she was GONE. I had to tell my poor husband (who if you recall is in Iraq) who just kept saying "Oh my god I'm so sorry"....My other cat Cobalt seems kind of confused, when I didn't come back with Pookie this morning.
This has just been the worst couple days......
In memory of my baby >>>>
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I got her home and she was fine, gave her the first dose of antibiotics and steroid, and took a nap (had a tooth pulled). About 10pm, I noticed she was sleeping an awful lot, so I got her up to have her take her second dose of antibiotics....she wouldn't eat at all, and started breathing heavy again. She laid down under the coffee table, laid on her side with her mouth open and was huffing and puffing. I called the vet's emergency number and he told me he couldn't do anything because he didn't have an oxygen cage, I would have to call the college if she got any worse, and gave me their number...he said to watch her and keep her quiet. So in the next five minutes she went downhill. She was gasping for air and her little tongue started turning blue. I tried giving her pet CPR (compressions at least) and then put her in her carrier as I called the college and sped out of the driveway with her in the front seat. I was panicking at this point.
As they were giving me directions I was driving, and got about 2 miles down the road.....I hung up with them and pulled over to grab my GPS, when I noticed there was no movement from the carrier. My Pookie was gone.... I am so devastated. I opened up the cage and started to pull her out, and was screaming. I kept trying compressions on her but she was already gone. She had suffocated to death....I had to call a friend in the middle of the night to come take us to the college to have her cremated.
I haven't been able to stop crying. She was a part of my family for 12 years, she was my baby. The house feels so empty without her. I'm so angry with the vet because it was congestive heart failure and he let her go home....saying it was "asthma" instead of keeping her and treating her with diuretics... I know maybe this is my reaction to grief...the "7 stages of grieving" or whatever.... but I am just upset, and angry.... My best friend is gone. She was fine a few days ago, all things considered. I'm sure she was sick for awhile, she had been wheezing, and obviously her heart was englarged....but she was FINE, and then she was GONE. I had to tell my poor husband (who if you recall is in Iraq) who just kept saying "Oh my god I'm so sorry"....My other cat Cobalt seems kind of confused, when I didn't come back with Pookie this morning.

This has just been the worst couple days......
In memory of my baby >>>>
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Pookie She was one beautiful pussy cat