PLsphynxmom
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Wednesday morning I woke up before my alarm went off. In my sleep I sensed Pickles laying limp & lethargic, she has been battling HCM and had a large hole in her left ventricle for a couple years. She was taking 4 different medications twice a day for a while now. At her last scan the cardiologist told me he was actually surprised to see her again since her condition was so severe. I took that to mean she was doing great and beatings the odds, that was two months ago.
Back to Wednesday morning, I noticed how flat she was laying & that she has had an accident in bed and quickly realized the urgency of the situation. We threw our clothes on and got in the car and sped to our vet.
We got there, they put her on oxygen and we're working on stabilizing her but we got the news we were praying to avoid. She was experiencing heart failure and had fluids in her lungs. My vet told me there was no surgical procedure to do we just had to wait and see if the medication would do its job. I had a sinking pit in my stomache but we were trying to stay positive.
From that point things escalated quickly, I realized the chances of bringing her home were getting slimmer. The vet told us she wasn't stabilizing and things weren't looking good but we still tried to remain optimistic. By the next time the vet came back out to the waiting room he told us we ran out of options. He recommended we put her down so she didn't have to experience any more pain.
I exploded, I never thought this is where the day would have taken us but the thought of my little girl in pain broke whatever was left of me. I wish things didn't happen so fast, I wish I was able to hold her until she was gone, I wish I got to kiss her little face one more time. But there would have never been enough kisses or hugs, or meows & purrs. I will never be done cuddling & nuzzling her.
I would do anything to smell her again. To watch her fall asleep on me, to hear her sigh and twitch her little feet in her sleep. She was my little angle baby girl that I was so luck to take care of, even if it was only for a few years. I am so grateful to have had her in my life. I'm so grateful she picked me. I feel incomplete since loosing her and I have a feeling I won't be fully whole again. She was truly the sweetest baby ever. She never bit, never even a nip. So gentile and careful and fragile. She loved to play ball & fetch. She loved kneading her mommys stomach till she fell asleep and holding hands with her dad. Nothing will compare to her. I miss you, I love you my baby girl Pickles.
I bought her from a breeder in Brooklyn whom I feel is irresponsible and is the reason our breed has these horrible issues. Feel free to PM me for their name if you are looking in that area.They don't scan, they don't even know what HCM is! Pickles is survived by her older brother who also has HCM, he's 4 1/2. I told the breeder of their conditions to warn him to stop breeding those lines, he couldn't have cared less. It is so important to use responsible breeders and weed these reckless jackasses out.
Back to Wednesday morning, I noticed how flat she was laying & that she has had an accident in bed and quickly realized the urgency of the situation. We threw our clothes on and got in the car and sped to our vet.
We got there, they put her on oxygen and we're working on stabilizing her but we got the news we were praying to avoid. She was experiencing heart failure and had fluids in her lungs. My vet told me there was no surgical procedure to do we just had to wait and see if the medication would do its job. I had a sinking pit in my stomache but we were trying to stay positive.
From that point things escalated quickly, I realized the chances of bringing her home were getting slimmer. The vet told us she wasn't stabilizing and things weren't looking good but we still tried to remain optimistic. By the next time the vet came back out to the waiting room he told us we ran out of options. He recommended we put her down so she didn't have to experience any more pain.
I exploded, I never thought this is where the day would have taken us but the thought of my little girl in pain broke whatever was left of me. I wish things didn't happen so fast, I wish I was able to hold her until she was gone, I wish I got to kiss her little face one more time. But there would have never been enough kisses or hugs, or meows & purrs. I will never be done cuddling & nuzzling her.
I would do anything to smell her again. To watch her fall asleep on me, to hear her sigh and twitch her little feet in her sleep. She was my little angle baby girl that I was so luck to take care of, even if it was only for a few years. I am so grateful to have had her in my life. I'm so grateful she picked me. I feel incomplete since loosing her and I have a feeling I won't be fully whole again. She was truly the sweetest baby ever. She never bit, never even a nip. So gentile and careful and fragile. She loved to play ball & fetch. She loved kneading her mommys stomach till she fell asleep and holding hands with her dad. Nothing will compare to her. I miss you, I love you my baby girl Pickles.
I bought her from a breeder in Brooklyn whom I feel is irresponsible and is the reason our breed has these horrible issues. Feel free to PM me for their name if you are looking in that area.They don't scan, they don't even know what HCM is! Pickles is survived by her older brother who also has HCM, he's 4 1/2. I told the breeder of their conditions to warn him to stop breeding those lines, he couldn't have cared less. It is so important to use responsible breeders and weed these reckless jackasses out.
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