Sorry so long......
He had surgery which went well. Vet said he should make recovery.....
It was the anesthesia that was the risk of him not waking up. They said because he was FELV didn't know if his body could handle being put under.
Even though he petted and love on them in my presence. He didn't look sick or act sick and was a good candidate for the surgery.
My Vets were checking on him every 15 minutes just to see if there was any movement like the tail, ears, any type of twitching on his body. My Vets called me every half hour to give me updates. They were awesome they loved him as well. He had been one of their favorites since he was a tiny little scrapper.
He went under about 10:30 am I had to let him go about 6:00pm actually it was my husband that called to let him go. I wasn't able to say good-bye to him I was out of control at that time. It was so hard I was heartbroken and angry.
Of course I ask the question:
"Why Taz he never did any harm to anyone?"
I remember leaving him with the Vet Tech as she walked away from me I heard him talking to me. But it wasn't a bad or hurtful cry. I will never forget that as long as I live.....
He love everyone that came in contact with him, even people that didn't like cats...liked him.
I'm so sorry about "Ginger"
I feel your pain....you mentioned the house feels strange and so wrong. I totally agree with you. I had just moved into my home 3-4 months prior to Taz's passing. I no longer live there have since bought some property will be moving next week. I never did feel comfortable there.
I'm shedding tears as I write this to you because this shouldn't have to happen any of our kitties.
It still hurts even though he died Jan 16th 2002
In a message dated 2/22/2006 12:01:01 PM Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
What did Taz not wake up from? surgery or a scan or something else? I had not heard of any positives getting the lymphoma in their brains before, so this was truly a shock to me. But it sounds like it happened to Taz too. I'm sorry. They did not tell me that this was a risk of the anesthesia for the MRI-- they just said it was light anesthesia when I asked. Afterwards they said it happens so rarely, just to a small percentage of cats with really large brain tumors, and they did not know she had one of those until she was already under for the scan. But Gray says, and it is probably true, that if they had warned us of a 3% risk of her never waking up from the scan, we probably would have done it anyway, because the risk sounds small and they had said that whatever they found in the MRI could probably be treated in some way but that they had to know what it was in order to treat it. I am just so sorry, even if that is true, that her last waking hour was being transported by people she did not know to the MRI center and being knocked out there. She was a friendly cat, and not fearful generally, so I hope it was not terrible. But when I brought her back to the ER the third time, at midnight on Sunday, she gave such a cry when we got inside that I worried she was scared and upset to be back there. But she seemed like she was dying at home, and they said that she perked up there from the IV drip and the drugs they gave her, and that before they transported her for the MRI they let her walk around a bit, and though she was walking in circles due to the tumor, she still walked over to a cage with a puppy in it and wanted to see the puppy. I hope she could hear us while she was unconscious at the end, and knew that we were there with her and had not abandoned her. Most of my animals have died at home, and it is very hard to know that her last day was spent at a hospital in a cage with strangers. The tech at the MRI place told me that as she put Ginger under for the scan, she held her and kissed her and pet her as she fell asleep. I don't know if that comforted Ginger, since she did not know her, but I hope that it did. I am so worried that she thought we had abandoned her there. If I had known the MRI was in a different facility, I think I would have asked if I could transport her there myself. But I thought it was in the same building, and was waiting for the results, and for her to come out of the anesthesia, before going to visit her. But she never did.
It is really hard not having her here. It feels so strange, the house feels so wrong. I had been hoping to be here in this new house longer before having to feel this way about it. I'm glad she had the 7 months here though. She loved the stream behind it, and she got to live in the house with us. At our old house, my positives lived in a free-standing garage converted to studio, with a yard and all, but I had to go out to it to spent time with them, and though Gray was always complaining that I was out there all the time, it still did not feel like a lot, or like living in the house with them. They lived in there because we had three rambunctious large dogs in the house, and a negative cat, and I adopted 6 positives and that was the only set-up Gray and I could agree on, and I thought they were freer from stress than having to deal with the dogs, who scared some of them. But here they live in the house with us (our negative lives in our bedroom, much to his chagrin), and I would sleep with them in the guest room sometimes, and they seem happier to me. So I am glad Ginger got to be here for half a year, anyway. Though she always seemed happy in MA too, since the world was her toybox and she had Simon and her yard and lots of toys. I could never find any of the medicine bottles because no matter where I put them she would find them and roll them around their little house until they got stuck under furniture. I would have to crawl around looking for them under things so I could medicate whoever was sick, and Ginger would follow me around while I did that, finding it very interesting that I was crawling on the floor.
Michelle
