Last Thursday morning we saw an adult cat drinking at the pond. It looked very skinny but she took a drink and left. (The “we” includes my step-daughter – she has two dogs and four cats, need I say more?)
Thursday at dinner time the cat came back for another drink. Friday morning when she came, I went out. She was tame and not at all healthy looking. I got a vet appointment but by the time I went back out she was gone and I couldn’t find her. She was wobbly so I didn’t think she was far but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
My vet said they would not be able to see her after 3:30 on Friday and definitely not on Saturday. I did not want to go to an emergency vet so I wasn’t sure how it would play out.
When the cat came back Friday around 6 p.m. (we were getting ready to leave for dinner), I went out and picked her up. She is a large framed cat who should weigh 10 to 12 pounds. She weighed nothing. (We later found out it was 4 pounds.) We carried her in the screened porch, took pictures to post and my step-daughter started calling all the local vets to see if anyone would see us (keep in mind it is now 6:10 p.m. on a Friday).
We got an appointment at someplace I had never been for 6:45 (they close at 8). I was prepared to have the cat put down as it was in bad shape. My step-daughter insisted on checking for a chip and contacting the owner.
I had a wonderful vet (I can’t say enough good stuff about this place – we didn’t wait long and it was clean). It was an older cat and without testing, she guessed it was in late stage kidney failure.
The vet said that euthanasia would be a good decision as there wasn’t a lot of hope but they would check for a chip. There was one and they contacted the owner who was out of town.
The cat’s name was Trisha and she was 16 with health issues. The owner said the cat got out. She drove back to the vet. It’s likely the cat hadn’t eaten in a few days. In talking to the owner the next day, the cat had just been released by another vet who suggested waiting a few more days before making any decision.
Trisha’s temperature was very low and her organs were shutting down. She looked like a cadaver with sunken eyes that were unresponsive. It’s unlikely she would have lasted the night on her own. Long story short (that boat sailed) once the owner took responsibility for the cat, we left. It was someone from my neighborhood. They did euthanize the cat the same night so Trisha found peace.
If this was my cat, I would want someone to step in and do the same thing. The owner contacted me after it was all over. She was very grateful and we both cried on the phone.
I hugged my own cats relentlessly. I’m not so sure they were happy about it. They want me to go into therapy.
This better be the last of the “bad cat news” for a while.
I like my vet although the hours are limited and sometimes it’s difficult to get an appointment so I’m glad to know that there is another option other than the emergency vet. The new place has wonderful weekend hours and two locations both of which are less than 15 minutes away.
I’m very grateful to my step-daughter who was an enormous help managing an overwrought weepy human and a sickly cat and also the beloved husband who acted as a non-judgmental Uber driver for us all.
RIP Trisha, 2003 — 2019