The odd thing is that we took him to the doctor yesterday b/c he has been moody, not eating much, and vomiting more often than usual. He also had an inflamed paw and some dried blood on his paw. The doc said that the claw covers we put on his claws back in March had adhered to his skin and probably were causing some pain. We asked her to remove them immediately. She also gave him a shot of B-12 to perk up his mood and a rabies injection, to bring him up to date on shots. In less than 18 hours later he had passed. As I sped to the doctor's office with Joey in a box in the backseat, I was seething in my car. I was ready to give her a big piece of my mind. I thought about having toxicology reports done and an autopsy done to find out if the doctor was at fault, and then suing her ass into next year. Sure the cat was 10 years old and had FIV. Sure the doc told us he was probably in his final stages of life. But the fact that he died right after seeing his doctor was too much for me to bear. I wanted justice. But once I got there, I lost all of my anger. She uncovered Joey and we notice fresh blood still dripping from his nose. She went on and on about how it was probably a heart attack in the middle of the night. I had images of Joey struggling to get to me on the bed while I slept (as I gathered from the trail of blood from his cat bed to the foot of our bed) and my anger disappeared. I was suddenly left with an empty feeling of sadness. I took his favorite towel home and drove off without uttering a word. Thanks to all for your thoughts and well wishes. It is very much appreciated.
Don't beat yourself up. There is likely nothing you could have done, this isn't your fault and likely Joey would have passed on sooner than later even if you had done something. We all have to accept that life is short and sweet, and then you punch your ticket out before you know it. The way you act is a mix of those who influenced you, so always remember that although Joey is dead, a piece of his personality is alive and well inside of you, and will remain there for life.
when I lost my cat Socks and posted about it here almost 10 years ago, the response was overwhelming. I had adopted a young cat Smokey, and my parents in Texas kept him to this day. they lived together for about two years- old man Socks and Smokey the firecat. After Socks passed, I truly believe a part of him lived through Smokey. Smokey developed Socks' heavy purr and began to drool out of the corner of his mouth like Socks did. TexasFight, what is the name of the new kitten? Think of him as Joey's Apprentice, that he learned from one of the best on the block and he will continue to represent Joey's true spirit.
sorry for your loss, but he made you a cat/animal person which is a nice story. I was never a cat person until I met my wife since she had two cats already and me a dog. Unfortunately her cats recently passed away. But you move on eventually, we have two new ones that have been fun and a lot more normal than the previous two
I am dreading the day our oldest cat goes. My wife will lose it completely. She's (the cat) 10 years old now so the thought is always there. Same with my dog who is now around 13 (we're not exactly sure).
7 years ago Joey found his girlfriend. 3 years ago the OP found his girlfriend. 6 months ago all three moved in together.
EDIT:: 10 years ago the cat found the girlfriend. 3 years ago the OP found his girlfriend. 6 months ago all three moved in together. I think? lol
RIP Joey Joey was lucky to find you. It sounds like you evolved into a great, animal-friendly person too in the process.
RIP Joey I had a puppy that died this past year so I know how you feel, we took him to the vet too and he gave him a shot and less then 6 hours later, he passed. I really wanted to sue the vet, but I thought about it and it wasn't worth it. Sometimes things happen for a reason.
For a second I forgot I was in the off-topic forum and thought it was Joey Dorsey Also, sorry for your loss man. I've been through that and reading your story almost brought a tear to my eye from me remembering. I know it hurts, hard. Just like losing a close family member. My dog was my best friend and losing her hurt so bad. I had grown up with her and had her for the first 14 years of my life and then she passed.
at first i thought it was It's hard to lose a pet though. I'm sure the GF is really broken up about it, but it's probably best she didnt see that whole scene
