Mu hubby and I were in the basement tinkering with these new converter boxes and i was sitting on the chair with 2 of my baby chicks peanut and bernie Jr when i glanced over at the couch and saw my 6 yr old cat gasping for air. At first i thought he had a hairball or something but very quickly realized he couldn't breathe. I scream to the hubby that boot can't breathe and he runs over to him and starts CPR. He couldn't get any air into him and he was limp, pupils were begining to dialate. I was of no help what so ever I basically freaked out crying and screaming "is he gonna die"?
Nick my husband asked me to call 911 I told him they won't do anything for us and there was no time to get to a vet so he continued to do CPR. Boot the cat began to make these wierd noises and tilted his head back and screeched then expired
. After that i lost it so bad i made myself sick. Boot and sasha are my 2 cats and are so very close, she saw him laying on the floor after he died and she ran right up to him licking him and crying for him
. It happened sooo fast that he would have never made the trip to the vet.
I settled down a few hours after the ordeal and went out to the garage to do my chicken chore out there (not knowing where he put the cat) I glanced at this chair and there he was wrapped in the blanket. I couldn't go near it and lost it all over again. I kept waking up in the middle of the night crying and woke up this morning crying. My eyes are darn near swollen shut andmy head is POUNDING. This is like loosing a family member, even when i have lost chickens it wasn't this hard.
I got boot after i lost my cat muffin to diabetes to fill the empty spot in my heart. That one was sooo hard to get over too, i cried for a week straight. A friend of ours felt soo bad for our loss he brought boot to me and i immediately fell in love. He was a small cat all back except for one foot had a white boot hence the name. He loved to be held and cuddled, he did tricks like high fives and kisses, he loved the chickens, dogs but most of all sasha. She is so lost without him she cried all night too. She keeps looking for him in his usual hiding spots. There was no warning signs no sogns of being sick, in fact that morning i was taking a shower and he always has to be in there with me, i think he likes the heat and humidity along with climbing in the tub to lap up the water left after i get done. He was just fine and completely normal.
Years ago my mother adopted a dog who was 9 months old. Name was LD and he was a chewer and very destructive, he ate their couch. They went out of town and i watched him while they were gone. The night i brought him back to my house he died on my kitchen floor and since then if i see one of my babies in distress i freak out and can't go near them. The dog was foaming at the mouth gasping for air like boot did and there was nothing i could do for him. Found out from the vet that he had something lodged in his assophogus (sp) from eating the couch and i couldn't have saved him anyway.
Boot had a heart condition that i discovered upon a vet visit before him and sasha were to be declawed. The vet refused to do the surgery on him in fear that he wouldn't make it thru so i opted to take him home without having further testing done. I never did find out how bad the heart condition was because it would have costed thousands of dollars to do so. It never bothered him and he had never fell ill from it. Now im feeling like this is all my fault for not selling something to get the funds to take him back in for further testing. I would have had to sell my transportation to be able to afford the vets tests or take a second mortgage on the house or something major, we are barely hanging on to this house as it is. Sorry this is soooo long winded but thank you for letting me vent. RIP booters
Here is a pic of him and his best friend sasha, he is the black one on the left
Nick my husband asked me to call 911 I told him they won't do anything for us and there was no time to get to a vet so he continued to do CPR. Boot the cat began to make these wierd noises and tilted his head back and screeched then expired
I settled down a few hours after the ordeal and went out to the garage to do my chicken chore out there (not knowing where he put the cat) I glanced at this chair and there he was wrapped in the blanket. I couldn't go near it and lost it all over again. I kept waking up in the middle of the night crying and woke up this morning crying. My eyes are darn near swollen shut andmy head is POUNDING. This is like loosing a family member, even when i have lost chickens it wasn't this hard.
I got boot after i lost my cat muffin to diabetes to fill the empty spot in my heart. That one was sooo hard to get over too, i cried for a week straight. A friend of ours felt soo bad for our loss he brought boot to me and i immediately fell in love. He was a small cat all back except for one foot had a white boot hence the name. He loved to be held and cuddled, he did tricks like high fives and kisses, he loved the chickens, dogs but most of all sasha. She is so lost without him she cried all night too. She keeps looking for him in his usual hiding spots. There was no warning signs no sogns of being sick, in fact that morning i was taking a shower and he always has to be in there with me, i think he likes the heat and humidity along with climbing in the tub to lap up the water left after i get done. He was just fine and completely normal.
Years ago my mother adopted a dog who was 9 months old. Name was LD and he was a chewer and very destructive, he ate their couch. They went out of town and i watched him while they were gone. The night i brought him back to my house he died on my kitchen floor and since then if i see one of my babies in distress i freak out and can't go near them. The dog was foaming at the mouth gasping for air like boot did and there was nothing i could do for him. Found out from the vet that he had something lodged in his assophogus (sp) from eating the couch and i couldn't have saved him anyway.
Boot had a heart condition that i discovered upon a vet visit before him and sasha were to be declawed. The vet refused to do the surgery on him in fear that he wouldn't make it thru so i opted to take him home without having further testing done. I never did find out how bad the heart condition was because it would have costed thousands of dollars to do so. It never bothered him and he had never fell ill from it. Now im feeling like this is all my fault for not selling something to get the funds to take him back in for further testing. I would have had to sell my transportation to be able to afford the vets tests or take a second mortgage on the house or something major, we are barely hanging on to this house as it is. Sorry this is soooo long winded but thank you for letting me vent. RIP booters
Here is a pic of him and his best friend sasha, he is the black one on the left
