I am in shock. A few days ago Dcat was absolutely fine, her normal lovely self, and today she was put to sleep.
Yesterday I noticed blood in her litter tray, took her to the vets who swiftly diagnosed her with cystitis, gave her a couple of jabs and sent us on our way with a course of tablets, all good I thought. When we arrived home DS noticed a few spots of blood on her neck from where she had her injections, odd I thought but cleaned her up and hoped it would scab up and heal soon. But it didn’t, it kept on bleeding, I left her overnight to sleep it off in the hopes of waking up to a perkier cat, but found her in a complete mess. Blood all down her from her neck, no appetite for food or water and wasn’t able to hold her own weight. Got her back to the vets today to find that it’s massive internal haemorrhage caused by either poisoning or leaukeamia, he advised I could send her to hospital to have a blood transfusion, but with a really poor prognosis or euthanasia. I chose euthanasia, I believed what he said and didn’t want poor Dcat to go through any more trauma being somewhere unfamiliar or dying on her own without me by her side. So I stayed with her, until she was gone. I walked back to my car with an empty car box and sat crying in Morrison’s car park and haven’t stopped since.
She was such a lovely little cat, never once scratched or bit anyone, even my two small boys she would let stroke and or scruff about, and on occasion despite her advancing years would chase a string for my oldest. She would always find me in the garden and wind around my legs, give my face and hand raspy licks as her little way of showing affection. She was only 9, and I’m so lucky to have had her for this long, but I feel like it was too short.
I’m having her cremated and bringing her ashes back to my garden. I am so devastated.