Wow, came back after two days and found this huge thread! Thanks everyone for the kind words!
Here are some pics of the cat, in slightly happier days.
Aww man, so sorry to hear that! Poor little guy :- Hopefully it wasn't the flea spray! My goodness, what a scary thought! Maybe one of the fleas gave him the virus.. Cats are great, especially the ones that we bond to the most. I miss my little furballs, too. Are you going to get another kitty? *hugs*
Probably not for a while. A few friends have offered cats or kittens, so I might reconsider. I took up his water and food bowls, but haven't had the heart to pack up the litterbox. Well, I'm also being a bit lazy, plus he used it maybe once after I completely cleaned it out last.
=( poor kitty.
Sadly most flea treatments not only don't work, but can cause harm. Such as that Hartz shit. But who knows what happened to your kitty. I find it odd that your kitty died while at the Vet's office though...
I was a bit surprised m'self ("I think I'll take my cat to the vet's so he can, uh, DIE.") But after talking to the vet who oversaw his care, I've no doubt they did all they reasonably could: high-oxygen environment cage when he was having trouble breathing, two X-rays, two blood tests, an injection to help him (if it was an allergic reaction), etc.
BTW, it wasn't Hartz that I thought could be the culprit, but "Natural Chemistry" flea spray.
Paul, I'm *so* sorry to hear about your cat. I doubt the treatment you gave was fatal, though. Please let us know what the necropsy turns up. Mine are 14 and 12, so they're getting up there but I hope to have many more years with them. 8 years sounds incredibly short. If you get lonely and want to come play with mine... waitaminnit, that doesn't sound so good!!
Shaye
B-B-But what would Urban say?
Seriously, I appreciate the sentiment.
Sorry to hear about the cat, and I have to wonder if this was somehow tied into him scratching himself badly.
It's possible, but he was actually getting better before I took him into the vets'.
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Paul, how are you feeing? Are you doing okay?
I'm doing okay. The house seems so much emptier, now. I have to stop myself from looking around for him, wondering why he didn't come to the door when I get home from work.
I have to remind myself that I can now close the door to my bedroom if needed -- I couldn't before, because he'd scratch to get in.
It's weird to be lying in bed and not have the cat bounding across the bedroom and jumping into the bed, or sitting at the computer and not having the cat come and jump onto my lap.
For those of you who have met my friend Ripper, he was the one who got me this cat (from a friend of his who couldn't keep him at her apartment) because he thought I was lonely and needed some company at my house.
Oh, well. I'll get another cat (or maybe better yet, a kitten) eventually.