Been a very long time since I’ve posted something on this blog. Actually kind of neglected my personal Tumblr too. Thing is: I posted too many Catlover-stuff, too quickly. So I didn’t have much left to post. But I’ll try to find some new stuff and get this blog back on his feet!
To start off, #217 got posted on October 6th 2012. During the previous years we sadly had to say goodbye to 2 of our furry friends.
Jemmel died because of a heart attack. Suddenly during the day he started to mew very loudly and started drool. And also urinated right on the coach. I took him to the vet on stand-by. Luckily he calmed down on the way. She found out his heart rate was way too high, same for his temperature and he probably had a heart attack. I took him home again and only an hour later, the same thing happened. My mom and I went to our usual vet, and she took some X-rays. Something was terribely wrong with his heart, so she kept him there that night just in case. She called us a little later so say he was stable again, after being set in the aerosol. Heart rate okay, temperature okay. In the morning he would be ready to go home again. Early in the morning we got a call, telling us he didn’t survive the night. After his 4th attack his heart gave up.
Frouwke died because of a jaw tumor. At first it looked like a abcess, so my mom didn’t think it was necessary to go to the vet. After a week, it didn’t get better and I felt it was hard like stone. So I went to the vet, without my mom wanting me to go. She said it was nothing and I was panicking for nothing. At the vet she only looked at it and told me didn’t look good. It was a tumor. She kept her there for a while to put her under narcose and to check her jaw, to see it they could remove it. A while later she called me, saying she wouldn’t survive it. I went over there and took the decision to put her down. The X-rays showed how the tumor completely devoured her jaw and half of her palate. She was still asleep when the put her down.
Both times I was the one to go to the vet with them and to recieve the bad news. That really sucked. And I’m still mad at my mom. Next time I go to the vet when I want to.
After Jemmel died, Pasha got depressed. First time I saw that happen to a cat. He refused to eat, lost a lot of hair, stayed outside in the freezing cold. It was horrible. I went to vet and she told me he lost ‘his place’ in the hierarchy when Jemmel died. Probably Jemmel was on top, and now Pasha got confused. Mostly because our 3 other tomcats tried to take over Jemmel’s place. He got some ‘anti-depressants’ and it didn’t work. Went back, got heavier pills. They worked. He got back up on his feeth and regained his place on top. Not long ago he relapsed, so we started giving him his pills again after a visit at the vet.
But on the contrary of all these bad things: Frommel returned home. After 4 years! As a kitten she loved to visit our elementary school, which is located 2 streets away from here. There was a house standing next to it, which became her new home. The owners didn’t care about her that much, so her teeth began to get really bad because of wrong food. She came back, we went to the vet. Some teeth got removed and she recovered. And left again. But now she’s back. And for good it seems.
So, 8 furry friends are still around and I hope it will be for a long time. I’m currently in my second year of College, getting closer to becoming a Veterinairy Assistant! I learned a lot with all the things that happened this past one and a half year at home and of course I’m still volunteering at the animal shelter.
And now after all this rambling of mine: how have you all been?
