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I had the unfortunate experience of putting down my cat today. He woke us up with a saddle thrombosis at around 6am, there is no treatment at this time.
Lucky was a little over 10 years old and had a good life despite his rough start. We found him in my in laws garage as a kitten.
Given the circumstances we found him in we were concerned he woud be feral, but the grandson of that woman took good care of them as kittens. They were tossed to punish him because he was half puerto rican. No joke. He, along with his littermates, were thrown out of a house across the street because "the mother cat was a whore".
At the time we tried to get him to a shelter but none would take him. We decided to adopt him and began our exam. We drained numerous cysts and wiped away scaps and pus. The first two pictures of him were the damage to his face as a kitten. Those wounds are missing tissue. His breathing never fully recovered and you could hear whistling as air passed through his nose. The whole time we cleaned his wounds he just sat there purring and kneading my wife and I.
But that was only the first part. We were surprised that this little kitten was so fat. Even more surprised when he vomitted up spaghetti, and then horrified when that spaghetti started to move. Worms became a persistent problem, he infected my two other cats and whenever we cleared one another would show up. On top of that he had mutliple types of worms which arent all killed by the same pills, and after all that he would sneak outside through the upper part of a kitchen window getting reinfected. It took 2 years to get him fully cleared of the infection with no more signs of worms or remnant is litter boxes.
Of course poor lucky had another event due to his adventures. Like I said he SNUCK out of the kitchen window, we had no idea. So when winter came around and we shut the window he was trapped outside. It was 3 days before we realized he was gone. It turns out that the couple of weeks outside as a kitten traumatized him. He was never violent angry. I can honestly say he didn't bite, scratch or hiss under any circumstance. He just hid for days at a time. The only way to see him regularly was maintaining a consistent schedule, any deviation and he would disappear. So it took 3 weeks of trying to catch him checking under structures and eventually setting out a havaheart. We didnt see him for about a week after that.
He always responded to us going away on a trip by hiding for 3 days, and he never adapted to friends or visitors but he did get better with us. In his 4th year he became present, not needy or attention seeking but present. In his 5th year i was unemployed and I worked with him and he eventually came around to liking attention. By year 6 he was present with us often enough that he discovered people food and begging. A year later he was greeting us when we got home from work and always around for dinner. Year 8 he started coming to bed and checking on us as we slept.
His 9th year is when his health started to go downhill. The first instance was a bunch of kidney stones. Bloody urine was a bit much for my wife and I but we altered his food and it self corrected. We normally free fed the cats but we switched to controled feeding to try to help one of them with their weight but Lucky's weight just crashed. We changed back to free feeding and supplemented his diey with canned food with limited success.
And that brought us to this morning a cat in pain, unable to move his hind legs crying ar us to help. Despite his condition he didnt bite or scratch or act defensive. He just let us work purring us and kneading our arm like when he was a kitten.
Lucky entered and left our lives in the same state, in pain and scared, certainly a horrible thought. The lesson of Lucky is that my wife and I gave him 10 years but it only took that initial 2 weeks outside to kill him. He died of a blood clot, caused by heart damage which was likely due to parasites.
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