I’ll hide everything under the cut because it’s a little lengthy and sadThumper, our out
I’ll hide everything under the cut because it’s a little lengthy and sadThumper, our outside cat had to be put down on December 28, 2020. Though it may have been on the 21st. My sense of time has been screwed up for the past few years.Thumper had been through hell and back. He was brought home by my oldest sister to save him from her boyfriend at the time. He was planning on either shooting him or letting the coyotes eat him. After struggling with Vet A and B with Thumper, we had finally said to hell with it and found another vet. This new vet © was someone my oldest sister went to school with and knew she had recently gotten out of vet school.She had gotten a sample of Thumper’s ear and sent it in to be tested, which came back as skin cancer. Skin cancer is common in white faced cats.In November, my mom went up to KC because my dad was struggling in the hospital. He had received my bone marrow for his AML(Acute Myeloid Leukemia) and wasn’t eating, so I had the house to myself while mom helped him in the hospital. Then she had to take care of him for 2 months in a hotel(Thanks to Covid) recovering up there. Thumper had lost quite a bit of weight before mom had left. He was practically skin and bones, but was still eating and moving around. In December, he got worse extremely quickly. He didn’t eat as well as he used to, only left his bed to use the litter box, and never groomed himself. It was incredibly difficult. Many nights, I would cry and beg him to eat his wet food. I couldn’t take him to the vet because I didn’t have a driver’s license, so I depended on my older sister to take me.His condition got worse on the weekend before he was put down. Of course, it always happens on the weekend. The vet was closed especially since it was Christmas weekend, so we had to wait until Monday. He had what looked like pink tumors growing under his right eyelid, his right side of his face looked puffier, his right ear was horribly inflamed and had a ton of pus under the scabs, it seemed like he had no control over his tongue, it was always sticking out, and he was constantly purring(Purring does not always mean a cat’s happy. Cats may do this when they’re in pain).Growing up, whenever we had to put down a pet, it was always my dad that did it. He would shoot them. While he was always the one to do this, it was never easy for him. With Thumper, I was all alone. I wasn’t going to even try to put him down myself, so the only option was to take him to be euthanized. Watching Thumper be euthanized was incredibly difficult. It was extremely jarring how quickly he slumped over and passed. I’m glad we put him down. I feel guilty that he suffered for longer than he neededI love Thumper and I miss him dearly. I had told my mom that when I moved out, I was going to take him with me and make him an inside cat.Please, if you feel a vet isn’t giving their all, find another vet. We were lucky to even find one before Thumper had to be put down. And please, keep your cats as inside cats. You are not being cruel to them by having them as inside pets. When they live outside, they tend to have very short lifespans -- source link
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