Post by Bethany37 on May 9, 2007 17:56:11 GMT -5
This morning at 8:00 I found him lying on the porch and he wouldn't get up. I thought he was just tired and kneeled down to pet and kiss him. I noticed that he had a new gash on his nose (he gets them all the time from fighting) and that he had some mucus coming out of his eyes (that's also normal when he get scratched near his eyes). I didn't think anything of it at all, he's been worse before. I did wonder at his not getting up to greet me and start asking for his breakfast; but just thought he was tired. I went and got him some food and he got up and jumped up onto my lap to eat. I then put his food down as I was getting ready to go to my friend, Amy's house. Our car wouldn't start thought and we had to catch a ride with our neighbor who was going there also. We got back home at 11:00 and I didn't see Brady him or even think about looking for him.
At 11:45 a.m. our worker called for me to tell me to come and look at Brady. He was lying on the porch stretched out stiff, breathing very fast and had thrown up. He wouldn't open his mouth when I tried to get him to lick some milk off my fingers and his eyes were really glassy and only half-open. Then his breathing slowed down and he was really scaring me. Josh thought his neck might be broken ‘cause he wouldn’t move it and Mom thought he might be bleeding internally. I called our vet just to tell him Brady's symptoms and ask if he knew what I should do, but he was in the middle of a surgery and asked me to call back in 20 minutes. I didn't know if Brady had 20 minutes or not, but I hung up. I then decided that I was talking him to the vet's even if my parents didn't think it was worth it. (They're not too crazy about spending money on animals). But I have some money in the bank so I said I would pay the vet bill. Fortunately Dad said he would take me without tying to tell me Brady was dying and tell me it wasn't worth the money, ect. I called my Amy to tell her what was going on and then we barrowed our neighbors car and left.
Brady was really dehydrated, so they put him on an I.V. They tried both of his forearms and then ended up putting it in his back above his shoulders. He was so dehydrated that when they grabbed the scruff of his neck, his skin didn't fall back by itself. I had to push it down. :shock:) They shaved. His eye reflects weren't to good, but by the time he had gotten enough fluid they were quicker. He was still really stiff and wasn't moving much, except for when they palpated his stomach. Then he'd kick his back legs and moan a bit. He wasn't focusing on me at all, but he'd twitch his tail whenever I spoke. :lol:
After a while Brady lifted his head a looked at me and I thought he was feeling better, but then suddenly he rolled his head forward and curled his paws and started screeching loudly. He was having a convulsion. The vet said his eyes were moving sideways and that the pupils were dilated. He didn't know for sure what was wrong with him, but says that his nervous system is messed up and that he could be "intoxicated" (poisoned). He then gave him a shot to tranquilize him so that he would be in a light sleep and not have any more convulsions. They put him in a cat box and then took him to a room where there was a small dog (who appeared to be fine from all the ruckus he made when he saw Brady) and another cat; who looked just like Brady but was a shade darker. I asked the vet's assistants what was wrong with that cat and they said "We did an operation" (Duh!) I asked what kind of operation; but with my limited knowledge of Lingala I didn't quite catch what they said. I told them I didn't understand and they rambled on and on about who knows what, but I caught the words "male" and "operation", so I said "castration" which is similar enough to the French word "castrer" for them to know what I meant. They nodded their heads indicating that I had guessed right.
Then we had to leave and I really didn't want to leave him. I could have sat next to him all afternoon; but we had to come home. They said he'd sleep for a several hours and that so far alls they could say is that right now he has a 50/50 perchance. They're not positive just what's wrong with him and alls they can do for now it treat any symptoms they find and that we'd know by either tonight or tomorrow morning whether of not he'll make it.
I tried calling Amy when I got home to tell her what all the vet had said but I couldn't get a hold of her. Something was wrong with our phone. But she ended up calling me. :lol: First she asked about Brady, and then she invited me to go to church with her family and have dinner at her house tonight. (It worked our perfectly, seeing that we weren't going to be going to church period because of our car. So I went with them and had a nice and relaxing time.
It's now 11:40 p.m. and the vet didn't call, so I'll have to wait till morning. :cry:
Pictures of my baby:
Kitten and Full Grown.
Standing up to get his food off the counter.
"Get that camera out of my face before you blind me.."
"Another picture?" :roll:
On my bed.
And I thought you Red Sox fans might like this picture..
At 11:45 a.m. our worker called for me to tell me to come and look at Brady. He was lying on the porch stretched out stiff, breathing very fast and had thrown up. He wouldn't open his mouth when I tried to get him to lick some milk off my fingers and his eyes were really glassy and only half-open. Then his breathing slowed down and he was really scaring me. Josh thought his neck might be broken ‘cause he wouldn’t move it and Mom thought he might be bleeding internally. I called our vet just to tell him Brady's symptoms and ask if he knew what I should do, but he was in the middle of a surgery and asked me to call back in 20 minutes. I didn't know if Brady had 20 minutes or not, but I hung up. I then decided that I was talking him to the vet's even if my parents didn't think it was worth it. (They're not too crazy about spending money on animals). But I have some money in the bank so I said I would pay the vet bill. Fortunately Dad said he would take me without tying to tell me Brady was dying and tell me it wasn't worth the money, ect. I called my Amy to tell her what was going on and then we barrowed our neighbors car and left.
Brady was really dehydrated, so they put him on an I.V. They tried both of his forearms and then ended up putting it in his back above his shoulders. He was so dehydrated that when they grabbed the scruff of his neck, his skin didn't fall back by itself. I had to push it down. :shock:) They shaved. His eye reflects weren't to good, but by the time he had gotten enough fluid they were quicker. He was still really stiff and wasn't moving much, except for when they palpated his stomach. Then he'd kick his back legs and moan a bit. He wasn't focusing on me at all, but he'd twitch his tail whenever I spoke. :lol:
After a while Brady lifted his head a looked at me and I thought he was feeling better, but then suddenly he rolled his head forward and curled his paws and started screeching loudly. He was having a convulsion. The vet said his eyes were moving sideways and that the pupils were dilated. He didn't know for sure what was wrong with him, but says that his nervous system is messed up and that he could be "intoxicated" (poisoned). He then gave him a shot to tranquilize him so that he would be in a light sleep and not have any more convulsions. They put him in a cat box and then took him to a room where there was a small dog (who appeared to be fine from all the ruckus he made when he saw Brady) and another cat; who looked just like Brady but was a shade darker. I asked the vet's assistants what was wrong with that cat and they said "We did an operation" (Duh!) I asked what kind of operation; but with my limited knowledge of Lingala I didn't quite catch what they said. I told them I didn't understand and they rambled on and on about who knows what, but I caught the words "male" and "operation", so I said "castration" which is similar enough to the French word "castrer" for them to know what I meant. They nodded their heads indicating that I had guessed right.
Then we had to leave and I really didn't want to leave him. I could have sat next to him all afternoon; but we had to come home. They said he'd sleep for a several hours and that so far alls they could say is that right now he has a 50/50 perchance. They're not positive just what's wrong with him and alls they can do for now it treat any symptoms they find and that we'd know by either tonight or tomorrow morning whether of not he'll make it.
I tried calling Amy when I got home to tell her what all the vet had said but I couldn't get a hold of her. Something was wrong with our phone. But she ended up calling me. :lol: First she asked about Brady, and then she invited me to go to church with her family and have dinner at her house tonight. (It worked our perfectly, seeing that we weren't going to be going to church period because of our car. So I went with them and had a nice and relaxing time.
It's now 11:40 p.m. and the vet didn't call, so I'll have to wait till morning. :cry:
Pictures of my baby:
Kitten and Full Grown.
Standing up to get his food off the counter.
"Get that camera out of my face before you blind me.."
"Another picture?" :roll:
On my bed.
And I thought you Red Sox fans might like this picture..
... said that Brady was doing just fine. *WHEW!!* Then he said that I could pick him up that afternoon. I got out of bed and asked Mom if she wanted to take a walk. :lol: She knew right away what I meant and we walked to the vets to visit my baby. (It's only about a 15-20 minute walk). 
