I was on red alert for weeks. I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t know what. I became super vigilant as I observed, wracking my brains as I did so in an attempt to figure things out so I could help him.
He was comfort purring. He was craving heat, laying by the heat registers. He wasn’t eating as he usually does. He was laying in places he normally doesn’t. He wasn’t waking me up in the mornings by jumping on my bladder. He didn’t come for snackies.
He stopped bugging me for food the minute I cleaned up the breakfast dishes.
Yet I could not put my finger on what was going on.
Then, suddenly he began to have trouble walking, loosing his balance and actually falling. His eyes looked as though he was extremely dizzy. That’s it, I said to myself. I’m calling our Vet.
We brought him in as I carefully explained the symptoms he was displaying. Unfortunately, our Vet could only focus on the fact he had a heart murmur and that his lungs sounded noisy. Nothing was spoken about regarding the neurological behaviors being displayed.
*Friends, we are all human. No blame here towards our Vet. We all make mistakes. When I did speak with him on the phone after Cuddles’ passed, I believe he knew he had erred badly. You could say our Beloved Cat is now making our Vet think regarding how he approaches an exam of an animal.*
He was brought home. I observed him closely. He seemed all right. He was laying behind our couch, an abnormal behavior for him yes, but he seemed stable. I elected to watch a TV series for a few hours just to chill. When next I went to check on him, the alarm bells screamed frantically.
There he was with all four legs extended rigidly pushing on the couch with his neck extended arching back over his body. At that moment I knew he was in huge trouble. I ran to Hubby telling him we must call the in-home euthanasia Vet. Our Beloved Cuddles was displaying extremely severe symptoms. He had lost all voluntary muscle control with his body beginning to contort into a huge spasm.
If any of you have ever experienced a muscle spasm, you know how excruciating that is.
I shouldn’t have moved him but I had to. I knew no one could get back there to help him if I left him behind the couch. The pain I caused him by carrying him to the front of the couch, haunts me. I had to stay there with Cuddles until Hubby got there to keep gentle pressure on the back of his head so his head would not arch back too far, cutting his airway off.
I called our in-home euthanasia Vet. Three times I put in an urgent call but only received her answering service. Thank God we have a back-up Vet to call which I did. I was told this organization does not make emergency calls but I begged. I pleaded. And I reinforced how urgent this was. There was no way this cat could be moved to run to an ER.
Ten-fifteen that night, this Vet arrived at our home, God bless him! He took one look at Cuddles and said, “Oh, this is really bad.” He immediately before the paperwork was signed gave Cuddles an injection for pain. Within minutes Cuddles began to relax and I was able to then wrap myself around him to sing my goodnight song to him. Upon the second injection, his Spirit left in under 2 seconds. I felt his beautiful Soul leave. The moment his Heart stopped, blood began to run from his nose. I knew right then how critically ill Cuddles had been and that most likely he had been suffering from a brain tumor that had metastasized. More then likely he was bleeding internally.
Hubby lost his pal who was with him all the time and followed him like a dog.
I lost my duet partner who sang with me. Every morning I had to put my sneakers on with my foot way up in the air or fight for my socks because Cuddles played with both my laces and my socks. He was a Master Artist making art with paper. This cat waited until Daddy was finished with installing the sump pump before he showed us how sick he truly was. In my book, he is a Hero.
A prayer of mine was answered but I’m telling you from my Heart, the shock of what just happened is worse then a long-drawn out affair. In my prayer I asked that my babies’ demises would not be drawn out but quick and painless. Cuddles was far from not being in pain, but I managed to do my best for him with the narcotic pain medicine I have for my cats.
We’ve known Cuddles since he was a kitten. There came a day when Hubby was outside and this small white furry ball from the barn next door, literally hurled himself at him, crawling up his body to snuggle into his chest. Hence his name. Cuddles was only 14-years old. He was our Mr. Security of this house. He passed to the Rainbow Bridge on February 4th approximately 10:45pm.
*I’m leaving comments open. I’m not sure if I will be able to answer them.*
Photography/ “Mr. Security”/ February©AmyRose Photography