I lost my dear sweet Bonnie Biscuits on Saturday. She had had steadily worsening kidney disease for over a year, and it hit stage 4 this past May. We were doing daily subcutaneous fluids, Rx food, supplements. She was doing ok, still getting herself around, up and down the stairs, good with litter box, eating and drinking, etc. Took her in for labs recheck on Friday. Gave her gabapentin beforehand (she was a feisty calico!). Exam done, blood drawn, we go home. Saturday morning she can’t stand up, is trying to get around by dragging herself with her front paws, which had started curling in. (Boyfriend tells me it actually started Friday night.) Twice she peed where she way laying. Feisty calico is very frustrated! I thought that she was having issues with the gabapentin, kidneys not flushing it out maybe. Call the vet around 9 am, get in to see her at 11. Labs are already back and they are off the charts bad - BUN/UREA was *179*, creatinine 7.7, SDMA 34. She was a very sick little kitty girl. Vet does further exam and determines that she had a probable stroke/clot in the spine and had basically lost the use of / feeling in her legs, tail, and other rear area functions. We had to let her go. The vet said she was in no pain whatsoever, but I feel so heartbreakingly guilty that I let her suffer all night and part of the morning. She had let me hold her on my chest while we slept all Friday night. I can’t sleep and haven’t stopped crying since. I miss her terribly. Thank you for listening.
ETA: I keep seeing her trying to drag herself by her front paws, hearing her frustrated meows, seeing her pee without her knowing she was peeing, and my heart keeps breaking all over again.