This story is kinda old, but i still think about him all the time.
I bought a 6 week old kitten from a pet store in my college town. He was SOO tiny (like one pound). I had him for a week or so, and he started getting diarhhea, he wasn't eating much or playing much. So i took him to the vet. About 300 dollars later in meds and lots of painful shots, the doctor assured me he'd be ok, that he had a parasite in his tummy that was eating away at his stomach. I thought he'd be ok.
A couple days later, he took his first poop in the litter box (yeah!!) and i really thought he'd get better. One morning i left for class, and he was sleeping on the couch, just like always..when i came home he had passed away. The doctor wanted to do an autopsy but I wouldn't let him..obviously we didn't catch the parasite in time.
At first I was devastated. He was my first pet and I had to bury him two weeks after I got him. After my grief passed, I got angry. I went back and yelled at the owner of the pet store. I found out from many people, including the vet, that she never took good care of her animals, and that she gave them injections of medicines that were sometimes too old for use...a lot of people had pets die that they got from there. So I went in and screamed at the lady, and she offered me a new kitten. at first i was hesitant, because 1. i was still grieving and 2. i didn't want to have another pet die. But I decided to take one, because seeing the little kittens she had pent up in the cage made me angry.
I can honestly say it was the best move I could have made. And my advice to most people who have just lost a pet is to get a new one. Everything happens for a reason, and if my timmy wouldn't have died, I wouldn't have george, my new cat, and he probably would have died in the pet store.
And honestly, he was the BEST therapy i could have asked for. He's a happy, funny, cuddly cat and he made a bad situation good.
I bought a 6 week old kitten from a pet store in my college town. He was SOO tiny (like one pound). I had him for a week or so, and he started getting diarhhea, he wasn't eating much or playing much. So i took him to the vet. About 300 dollars later in meds and lots of painful shots, the doctor assured me he'd be ok, that he had a parasite in his tummy that was eating away at his stomach. I thought he'd be ok.
A couple days later, he took his first poop in the litter box (yeah!!) and i really thought he'd get better. One morning i left for class, and he was sleeping on the couch, just like always..when i came home he had passed away. The doctor wanted to do an autopsy but I wouldn't let him..obviously we didn't catch the parasite in time.
At first I was devastated. He was my first pet and I had to bury him two weeks after I got him. After my grief passed, I got angry. I went back and yelled at the owner of the pet store. I found out from many people, including the vet, that she never took good care of her animals, and that she gave them injections of medicines that were sometimes too old for use...a lot of people had pets die that they got from there. So I went in and screamed at the lady, and she offered me a new kitten. at first i was hesitant, because 1. i was still grieving and 2. i didn't want to have another pet die. But I decided to take one, because seeing the little kittens she had pent up in the cage made me angry.
I can honestly say it was the best move I could have made. And my advice to most people who have just lost a pet is to get a new one. Everything happens for a reason, and if my timmy wouldn't have died, I wouldn't have george, my new cat, and he probably would have died in the pet store.
And honestly, he was the BEST therapy i could have asked for. He's a happy, funny, cuddly cat and he made a bad situation good.