GOOD GOD. I just got back from the emergency vet. Ramses was diagnosed with asthma about a month ago and got a shot, he's been fine since. Today he had been breathing heavily so I called the vet for some pills like he told me to do. I gave him one in his food tonight but he wouldn't eat it and started wheezing really badly. I opened his mouth and gave him the pill and he swallowed it, but about a minute later he threw it up. Then he started wheezing REALLY badly and had his mouth gaping open, fell over on his side and started heaving for air. I freaked the fuck out, screamed for Peter, grabbed him and ran to the car in the pouring rain. We flew to the emergency vet where they took him back there and listened to him and gave him two shots. He looked so fucking bad, he was just laying on the table, not moving with his eyes glazed over and barely breathing. They said we could give him oxygen there overnight ....for 1000 dollars. After a few minutes he was breathing easier so we brought him back home and he's sleeping in my mom's room tonight where he can be away from the rest of the animals.
God I hate emergency vets. Someone brought their puppy in and as the vet was looking at him in the lobby, he just laid down and died. I could hear another dog crying and crying in one of the rooms and suddenly it just stopped. UGH. I'm such an emotional wreck right now, but I'm so grateful that we were able to bring him home when two other couples there lost their animals. He seems to be doing better but I'm calling my vet in the morning because this is bullshit, he needs to be on some kind of preventative. Poor kitteh.
