I came home around 640pm on April 12th, 2014.
We had taken in a male beagle, around 1-2 years old, due to him almost getting killed on the highway.
I had just walked him around the property and introduced him, we’re calling him Giovanni, to our two dogs and my female cat- Jojo.
Finally I took him around back to where the food and water sits, and noticed my second cat, Cozu, sitting next to the water bin. He meowed at me several times, like he usually does, but didn’t come over- at the time I thought it was because of the other dog/him trying to sleep.
Unable to get Giovanni close due to our protective dogs, I left him inside with food and water.
I noticed that Cozu wasn’t exactly his cheerful, energetic self, so I went back out to pet him.
Unfortunately, that is when I noticed that he was sitting in his own pee, curled in a lethargic ‘meatloaf’ position, and had his head down with glazed eyes.
That’s when I knew something was wrong.
I immediately crouched down and stroked him, assessing his condition. Then I quickly headed inside to grab the computing- looking for possible explanations.
It was apparent that he was weak and hurting abominably, everything screamed that this was not a problem that could be fixed on its own. I quickly found CKD (Chronic Kidney Disease) and Crashing.
Crashing is what most stood out to me and matched my cat’s actions. I researched it more and decided that it was likely that my cat was dehydrated. Immediately I started treating it with intervals of water and electrolyte liquids (such as Gatorade).
Cozu was still well enough to start drinking on his own, though he is not taking the Gatorade enough (1 eye drop every hour, or if they are drinking on their own- mix it with water). He occasionally sits up, or changes position, but there is still the problem of his urination.
If Cozu was simply dehydrated he wouldn’t urinate on himself. In fact, there would most likely be no urination at all.
This caused my heart to feel heavy, knowing that there is a strong possibility that it is not just dehydration, but CKD.
The symptoms that I diagnosed Cozu with are a factor of Crashing- a symptom of CDK. He is lethargic, dehydrated, eyes dulled, he doesn’t want to move- and if he does, he just changes positions some. He also has a strong body odor, which I thought was just because he peed so much, but I’m sure it’s something else as well. After that it was simple to figure out because CDK explained his urination- the kidney could not regulate the body fluids and caused him to urinate more as the kidneys deteriorate.
This was serious, my instincts told me to grab him and drive to a vet as fast as possible for an IV for the dehydration and blood work for BUN.
I have no job, no means of money, and have no veterinary. I know that the treatment will cost a lot of money, and vets don’t go through without paying most if not all upfront…My parents were my only option, they know how much he means to me, and they take care of vaccinations and euthanizations, spaying and neutering, and even once treated Cozu when his leg was almost gnawed off.
But in the last few years my parents have become cold. Our family dog died a few years ago, I’m almost sure she had cancer, but I was younger then and less studied in Veterinary Science. She layed in our yard for almost 3 days before she passed away, I’m sure she suffered.
I hate that my dad didn’t take her to get euthanized, his excuse was always “How am I supposed to get her to a vet?” She was a larger dog, and I assume that getting a home-visit would cost to much money to him if she was just going to die anyway.
I thought his behavior was a one-time thing simply because getting her euthinized would be to painful when, as long as she was alive, a miracle might still happen.
I was wrong.
Now, about a month or two ago, our two Tennessee walking horses started getting skinny. At first I thought it was because of the harsh winter weather and only having hay and some grain for the past few months. Unfortunately, they got skinnier.
Their outward appearance was atrocious. I feared for them and insisted that a vet was called out. My dad simply shrugged and said just wait till the grass comes out.
It wasn’t until a passerby called police a month later, saying that we weren’t taking care of our horses did my dad start to understand.
I secretly wished that the officer would force my dad to get a vet out or give him a ticket. But he simply said that “the horses looked fine” and left. I was astonished. Both of our horses were skinny, too skinny. You could see their ribs and their hip bones protruding. Still, my dad wouldn’t call.
I told him to at least get someone to look at their teeth, in case a hook was the reason for their weight loss. But that was a rouse so that the dentist could convince my dad to get a vet, I told him it would be cheap. But he still said they were fine.
My dad said that they were old. One was around 40, and the other, around 36. Another officer visited and left, and two days later, one of our horses was found dead in our barn.
Our second horse’s condition isn’t as bad as the 40 year old’s. But my dad told everyone that “animals die, that’s the way of life” and “it’s like taking a 13 year old dog to the vet, would you spend 600 bucks to let it live a few more months?” My father only now has chosen to euthenize the second horse- as he put it “to avoid this [police, people hassling him] from happening again.” And it’s almost laughable, because since he is a rescue horse, the place we took him in from is going to pay for it.
Now, already appalled by my fathers sudden loss of compassion for animals, I sit here next to my baby as my father refuses to let me take him to the vet. veterinary
I have already cried several times, but I get to sit here, watching my 5 year old baby cry out, knowing he will die in the next day, knowing that I can treat him, causes me to be angry at the world, and know that I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
It is now 939pm, and I am sitting here, watching my best friend die.