Sorry if my writing jumps back and forth from subject to subject. I am a nervous wreck. My kitten Smokey
died tonight. I have been an emotional wreck all night because of this.. anyway, let me start from the beginning. My cat Outtie (a.k.a.-Outkast) had 3 adorable
kittens around 8 weeks ago, everything was fine at first, but after a couple weeks or so she started being kind of mean to the babies, she would bite 'em
real hard. Then when she was "moving" them, ( I have no idea why she moved 'em, no one bugged her. ) I guess she did it way too rough, I believe
she broke 2 of their necks, and that inevitably results in death. I would've prevented this if I had known she was being mean or whatever or if I had been
home. A lot of guilt. Smokey was the only one left, healthy, adorable, and even as a baby the sweetest kitten ever. He started to get really hungry. I tried
the milk replacement with bottles and syringes. He tried it a little bit, not very much, so I knew a friend whose cat had just had kittens who were a little
bit younger, so he took Smokey and their cat took right to him. They said after he was weaned I'd have to take him back, and I wanted him back so I could
find him a good home. So, about a month goes by, we go to get him, he seems perfectly healthy. While I was there they told me their 6 month old dachshund died
the night before and they didn't know from what because she had her parvo shots, I was like, oh my God, I am so sorry, and kind of blew it off. We get
home, I start to give Smokey a can of cat food because that's what they said he had been eating, and the poor little thing was freaking out biting the
sides of the can, biting the plate while I was trying to smush the food up. He was really hungry. He ate the whole can and he was a TINY thing. So, a few hours
later he starts this meowing, whining really. It was 85% of the time. He really whined when we picked him up. That worried me, but stupid me, I thought he was
just a whiny cat. Except for his excessive water and food consumtion, and the whining, everything went okay for the next week and a half. On the 07th or 08th,
I had to go to the hospital because I laid in bed from Sunday to Wednesday, puking my guts up, couldn't hold anything down, not even a sip of water, could
hardly move, it was bad. The hospital said I was severely dehydrated. So, you know how they do, 50 things of fluids in your I.V. Oh, a day or two before I got
sick, I got scratched really bad by Smokey, it still hasn't healed all the way. I go through 3 or 4 bags of fluids then they said I could go home. Me and
my mom got Mc Donald's. I couldn't eat it though, and while I was attempting to get one bite down, Smokey, it was like he lost complete control of his
muscles. He couldn't walk without falling over, he started freaking out. My mom was holding him, he got real stiff, lost his bodily functions if you know
what I mean and stopped moving. So we put him in a box with a towel in it and covered him up. We're crying for 30 minutes, then the box starts moving, he
was alive, but not okay. He acted like he had no coordination, or motor skills, whatever you call it. We're freaking out, not knowing what to do, it's
1 in the morning, we don't have a dime to our name, so no vet. He was terrifying our dogs, which are little dachshund/mini-pinscher/chihuahua mixes. He was
also freaking our other cats out, so we figure we better isolate him quick. We put him in a big tote with towels all in it, you know. He's still freaking
out, but at least in a box he couldn't hurt himself on anything. We shut the door and he starts this LOUD whining, me and my mom are in shock not knowing
what to do. My mom suggests I give him a can of food, maybe he's really hungry or something, I put the can in the tote, He acts like he can't find it,
freaky. He wouldn't eat it, so while I was in there, I hear my mom drop something and run to see what it was, I forgot all about the food being in the
tote. I helped her, then decided I was going to take a break and chill for a little bit because I have horrible panic attacks. I relax for about 45 minutes,
then go into the room to check on Smokey. He had food all over him, but he also ate the whole can. Sorry this is sooo long, I've been going through hell.
I'll get more to the point now, so for the next 3-4 days or so, he was still acting sick, he started walking more normal, but kind of crouched over with
his tail between his legs, he was eating okay, and drinking a lot, but something still was seriously wrong, and we still had no money, we're in a very bad
financial situation right now. I never meant for this little baby to suffer, but I had to keep him in the room sometimes like when we left or went to sleep. I
forgot one of his symptoms, when we'd keep him in the room, he'd whine so loud, and as soon as he got on the couch with my mom, he stopped, he
didn't want to be by himself, and craved attention, excessively, it wasn't normal. He wouldn't do much, he slept a whole lot, very lethargic.
That's usually all he did when he was sitting on the couch with Mommy. He still had the symptoms like he couldn't see, he wouldn't run into
anything, I honestly think it had something to do with his motor skills or maybe one of his eyes were messed up, I couldn't tell. Day before yesterday, we
were afraid to leave him alone with any food. So Mommy and I, put some food on a plate for him, he could smell the food, but it took at least 10 minutes for
him to get to it, it was like he didn't know which way to go. We tried to show him the food, but everytime we picked him up, he'd do that awful whine,
btw, he's always done this meowing business, but this whine sounded more like pain or something. He finally got to the food, and ate every bit of it, after
that he drank a bunch of water, whined a lot, then laid back down on my mom. He couldn't stand to be away from us. So, me and her are both so worn out we
watch a movie, put Smokey back in the bedroom, then go to bed. The next day was pretty much the same. Now the night before last...my cat who is 7 months old,
starts leaning up messing with my mom's fingers and stuff, we thought it was so cute, he was playing.. we thought. 5 minutes later after I gave them some
water, Banky starts doing the exact same thing. That's when we realized it must be contagious. So we try to calm him down, then we put him in the bathroom.
We hear a bunch of stuff falling over, he's in there banging against the walls, I freak out thinking he's going to hurt himself, so I have this cage,
it's pretty big, I put towels in the bottom of it then put Banky in it. I leave the bathroom to go check on Smokey, he's being so sweet, as soon as I
walked in he just purred away, he wasn't walking slow or crouched, he had his tail way up high, he climbed up my pant legs trying to get love, so I loved
on him as much as I could and gave him some water, my mom said he had already ate, Smokey drank a lot of water, for some reason they are acting like they are
really dehydrated and I don't see how that's possible with all the water they drank. I really thought he was going to get better. It gets daylight,
which was yesterday, the 11th. Me and my mom are flying through the house bagging up anything they could have ate off of, drank out of, and emptying the litter
boxes. Trying to clean a little so our other cats don't get this. We do all that, then I check on the kitties, Banky's in the bathroom meowing as loud
as he could, and growling and whatnot. Smokey was being quiet. He seemed to be fine really. So, I'm thinking okay finally we got everything sterilized, the
cats should be okay. I was drained, my mom was too, but she stayed up so she could check on them every half hour or so. I sleep until about 8:00 lastnight. I
get up, you know with a little bit of hope, I talk to my mom about the day she had for a good 30-45 minutes while I was waking up. Still hearing Banky going
crazy meowing. Then I hear this deep meow, it was Smokey, so I was like that's not right. I still walk in the room with a little bit of hope until I see
him laying on the floor, I comfort him and he acted like all he could move was his left paw and head. Mommy comes in the room, freaked out crying, just like
me, she said he was fine right before I woke up. We gently pick him up and put him on the bed, and lay there with him for a bit. My mom couldn't handle it,
and to be honest, I am not handling this very well. She goes out of the room saying she's going to lay down. So, I put my hand over his body about 10
minutes later, and he felt so cold, so I get a hand towel, to put on top of the heating pad, I wrapped Smokey up in a old t-shirt, he didn't want that, so
he just layed there, on top of it. I couldn't lay him directly on the heating pad, you know. He's all meowing funny, like low short meows. I walk out
of the room for 5 minutes to get a little bit of water and a syringe so I could get his mouth wet. I get back in the room, I thought maybe he did what he did
before, no, he was trying to follow me and fell off the bed, he couldn't be left alone, it was the saddest thing, it hurts my heart so much. He was still
doing the meowing thing, then he takes his little left paw and lays it right in the middle of the palm of my hand, I get nervous thinking he might scratch me,
but I just wait to see what he does, he slid his whole arm into my hand, and the only time he was quiet and looked a little comfortable during all this was
when I held his paw like you would someones hand. So, I knew he was dying, because he had a fixed stare and he wouldn't shut his mouth all the way,
that's what the water was for. I was trying to make this as painless as possible, not long after, I was still sitting with him holding his paw in my hand,
crying so hard. Throughout all of this, I was petting him and talking to him, it really helped I think. He went up to be with Jesus very peacefully. Okay,
enough with this now, it's hurting me to think about it. Earlier, I was told by the people that had Smokey all of their kittens died weird too, I'm
sooo mad they didn't tell me about this before. It's common sense! My grandpa had said he was going to come today instead of yesterday to take them to
the vet. I told my mom and my grandpa that was stupid. It would probably be too late for one of them, and it was. I feel like a terrible person, but I really
did do everything I possibly could to make it easier. If we would have had gas, I might've been able to find somewhere that could have put him down for
free so he wouldn't have to suffer any longer. Man, guilt eats you alive. Anyway, *Update* I just went to the bathroom, Banky still isn't himself,
he's still having a little trouble running into things and losing balance and falling over. His nose is really dry and hot as well. Besides that, he sat on
my lap, purred a lot, I loved on him, and it's still strange to me, I mean these cats are sweet anyway, but he's wanting to much attention, he'll
walk too, but most of the times I have checked on him since 8 lastnight, he's always sitting all crouched down, he's not whining that much either. I
hate keeping him prisoner in there, but I can't take anymore risk on the other cats. I am also really scared for the dogs, if anyone who reads this
that's an animal lover will understand. I love my animals, I treat them like my kids. If you were interested or nice enough to read this far to help me,
thank you soo much, I need it. Any little piece of advice will do, but does anyone have any thoughts on what it could possibly be? I know I won't know for
sure until I get Banky to the vet with my grandpa later, but it would be nice to have an idea and get some of this stress off of me. It's obviously
contagious whatever it is. I truly am terrified to lose my babies. These animals are my life. I know that sounds weird but, I love them sooo much. I can't
lose anymore. I think whatever it is, Smokey brought it back from those people. Okay, my book is done, thank you sooo much if you got this far, I really needed
to get some of this out, I'm getting very depressed, and this sometimes helps. ANY ADVICE YOU HAVE, Please let me know, or if you've had this
expierience before, or might know what it could be, or if you got any clues from reading what I wrote, anything, please write me. I'm so scared. Thank
you...
Stacy*Lynn =(
Stacy*Lynn =(
