Harry Cat (2004-2007)
Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:58 pm
My heart is broken. I found Harry Cat dead today. He was my tailless Maine Coon and the reason I joined HandicappedPets in the first place. I became an expert on Manx Sydrome because of him. He fought so hard as a baby and he never gave up.
I am not sure why he died. He was in the enclosed "Cat Sanctuary" on the second floor of the barn (about 1000 sq. ft.). I found him on his side, sort of under the heat lamp, but on some hay and not on the blankets/beds I have set up.
I went and checked on the cats on Saturday at midnight and they were all jumping around and playing in the hay, including Harry. Yesterday I was having false contractions so I rested and didn't get to the barn. The cats have tons of water bowls (heated) and free choice food so I knew they were okay. I guess Harry wasn't.
I will forever berate myself for not going to the barn yesterday. I will forever hate myself for not keeping him in the house. I have 10 in the house who are sickly and dying that I am committed to and I am pregnant and alone while my husband is in the hospital and I am not even supposed to have any cats in the house so I compromised and made the "Cat Sanctuary" last October, in consultation with my vet. Only the healthiest and most stable cats are allowed to live there. I thought Harry was one of them. All our cats are rescues who would be dead if we hadn't taken them, including Harry, but I still feel bad.
My vet is going to do a necropsy because he does not understand why Harry just died like that. The vet also wants to set my mind at ease I think because he knows how hard I take these things.
This has been a bad year. Everything seems to be beyond my control.
RIP Harry Cat. You are a champion, a lover, a fur-angel. I may not have done right by you (since you died), but no one could ever fault the love I feel for you. I stood by you when ALL vets tried to tell me you were hopeless. I watched you triumph and laugh at them all. I loved your big goofy body and your tailless little bum.
I am sorry little buddy. I hope you forgive me.
I am not sure why he died. He was in the enclosed "Cat Sanctuary" on the second floor of the barn (about 1000 sq. ft.). I found him on his side, sort of under the heat lamp, but on some hay and not on the blankets/beds I have set up.
I went and checked on the cats on Saturday at midnight and they were all jumping around and playing in the hay, including Harry. Yesterday I was having false contractions so I rested and didn't get to the barn. The cats have tons of water bowls (heated) and free choice food so I knew they were okay. I guess Harry wasn't.
I will forever berate myself for not going to the barn yesterday. I will forever hate myself for not keeping him in the house. I have 10 in the house who are sickly and dying that I am committed to and I am pregnant and alone while my husband is in the hospital and I am not even supposed to have any cats in the house so I compromised and made the "Cat Sanctuary" last October, in consultation with my vet. Only the healthiest and most stable cats are allowed to live there. I thought Harry was one of them. All our cats are rescues who would be dead if we hadn't taken them, including Harry, but I still feel bad.
My vet is going to do a necropsy because he does not understand why Harry just died like that. The vet also wants to set my mind at ease I think because he knows how hard I take these things.
This has been a bad year. Everything seems to be beyond my control.
RIP Harry Cat. You are a champion, a lover, a fur-angel. I may not have done right by you (since you died), but no one could ever fault the love I feel for you. I stood by you when ALL vets tried to tell me you were hopeless. I watched you triumph and laugh at them all. I loved your big goofy body and your tailless little bum.
I am sorry little buddy. I hope you forgive me.