It is with a tremendous sense of numb sadness that I type this post, but my faithful cat of 12 years passed away about half an hour ago.
She'd been missing for 2 days (very unlike her as she never missed a meal, or one of mine), and one of the neighbours found her half gone when he got in this evening. Pancaked out on their back grass, covered in flies and fly eggs. Pretty grim, but to my amazement she was still alive. Barely, but hanging in there.
Managed to get her over to the emergency vet, but she was freezing cold and hypo-calcemic. Nitrate levels in her blood were through the roof. They incubated her and got some fluids in to her to kick start her back up, but it seems that only made her symptoms more prevalent and neurological issues started to present. Both the vet and the neurological consultant concluded that she'd ingested ethylene glycol, malicious or otherwise. I don't really care too much at this point of the mo(u)rning.
She'd had a seizure between phone calls and blood tests, and hadn't passed any of the 600ml of fluid she'd been given in 5 hours so her kidneys had shut down and her brain wasn't far behind. We made the call and had her put to sleep as to avoid any further suffering.
My awesome little cat of 12 years who'd seen me through good times and bad, countless trials and tribulations, house moves, life changes, the birth of our son, new jobs, and so on has gone so suddenly. I always thought she'd live to a ripe old age of 20 something, being that noisy frail cat wondering the house looking for a warm place to sleep the day through and the odd rub behind the ears every now and then.
Had her from a kitten of 6 weeks, proper horror she was too destroying just about anything she could but she turned into a chilled out cat full of personality when it was needed and for the rest of the time she was just there being. Being awesome.
So long Feeb, your only misadventure was your last.