Sadly, one of my cat's died rather tradegically today at the vets. I am greatly angered by this because
- there was likely nothing (in the way of ailments) which warrented this outcome
- it was likely quite painfull for him
- and this event was all together too similar to that which occured with our last cat's death (some two and a quarter years ago)...yet also dissimilar.
In a nutshell, my brother & mother took the three cats into the vets this morning for their annual check up. After all examinations, immunizations etc etc, while my mom and brother were placing the last cat to have been examined, Spotter, back into his carrier to return home, he apparently had a heart attack. My mom said he started making funny noises just like Buff did, when he died of a heart attack, in the waiting room at the very same vets. The difference here is Buff was very sick to begin with, Spotter was not.
The initial autopsy points to it being heart attack. The vets have sent his remains off to Guelph for a more thorough autopsy
I really wish I had taken time to have taken them in instead. The cat would not have been as stressed out if I had been there - if the heart attack was strictly initiated by stress/panic that is (as a reaction to one of the vaccines or something can't be ruled out).
He wasn't the smartest of cats, and he was rather skittish, which could be down right annoying at times even for me...and this leads me to believe that nervous stress was the factor that lead to a fatal heart attack.
Nonetheless, he was a very affectionate and warm critter in his own right, with possibly the loudest purr I have ever heard from a cat. He had lots of really neat idiosyncrasies to his personality. I'm going to really miss the chorous he sang when he was hungry or at feeding time, or the purts he let out running around the basement, or the little hello meows he'd utter to you when you walked into a room where he was sitting. I think I'll miss most the very unique way he would come in beside my desk and stretch up to say hello and grab my attention to give him a scratch on the head or to pull his tail (which he absolutely loved having done). His siblings (as all three of these cats were from the same litter) are going to miss him too.
Fuck, what a shitty way to die.
- there was likely nothing (in the way of ailments) which warrented this outcome
- it was likely quite painfull for him
- and this event was all together too similar to that which occured with our last cat's death (some two and a quarter years ago)...yet also dissimilar.
In a nutshell, my brother & mother took the three cats into the vets this morning for their annual check up. After all examinations, immunizations etc etc, while my mom and brother were placing the last cat to have been examined, Spotter, back into his carrier to return home, he apparently had a heart attack. My mom said he started making funny noises just like Buff did, when he died of a heart attack, in the waiting room at the very same vets. The difference here is Buff was very sick to begin with, Spotter was not.
The initial autopsy points to it being heart attack. The vets have sent his remains off to Guelph for a more thorough autopsy
I really wish I had taken time to have taken them in instead. The cat would not have been as stressed out if I had been there - if the heart attack was strictly initiated by stress/panic that is (as a reaction to one of the vaccines or something can't be ruled out).
He wasn't the smartest of cats, and he was rather skittish, which could be down right annoying at times even for me...and this leads me to believe that nervous stress was the factor that lead to a fatal heart attack.
Nonetheless, he was a very affectionate and warm critter in his own right, with possibly the loudest purr I have ever heard from a cat. He had lots of really neat idiosyncrasies to his personality. I'm going to really miss the chorous he sang when he was hungry or at feeding time, or the purts he let out running around the basement, or the little hello meows he'd utter to you when you walked into a room where he was sitting. I think I'll miss most the very unique way he would come in beside my desk and stretch up to say hello and grab my attention to give him a scratch on the head or to pull his tail (which he absolutely loved having done). His siblings (as all three of these cats were from the same litter) are going to miss him too.
Fuck, what a shitty way to die.