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March 29th 1987
Favorite Nap Spot:
By the Heater, in Winter; Couch in Summer
I had his mother and grandmother, so he was mine from the moment he was born. He lived with my mom the first few years I was married.
When Allie was about two years old, I almost lost him. I was at home one night, sewing my Halloween costume, when I realized he was gasping for breath. I rushed him to the closest emergency clinic, where the vet gave him some shots and put him on oxygen. He said, a few more minutes, and Allie would've died. But he couldn't figure out what caused the episode. After he got Allie stable, he sent me home with him and said, if he didn't improve in a couple of hours, bring him back. Well, he didn't improve, so I took him back in and we had x-rays. The vet found an enlarged heart, and said a lack of taurine in his diet could've caused that (I was living on my own and buying cheap food -- none of that ever again). For several days, he was very weak and, for some reason, wanted to sleep in the bathroom sink. It cost me $500 (the max on my new credit card), but it was worth it to have Allie for so many more years.
In September, 2001, Allie was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure. But we caught it early -- we asked for tests because he seemed to be drinking so much. We put him on special food for a while, but he lost a lot of weight and seemed miserable, so we took him off it. Since then, he's gained wait and his kidney tests even showed a slight improvement. He takes Winstrol once a day, which helps him feel better, too.
He's also had to have part of one ear removed, because of a tumor that developed there. Recovery was slow, but he's doing as well as can be expected now.
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December 10th 2005 3:32 pm
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We had Allie put to sleep on December 10, 2005. He was 18 years, 8 months old.
He almost died when he was three years old, after a respiratory attack that seemed connected to an enlarged heart. The vet said it could have been caused by a taurine deficiency, so no more cheap food after that!
In September, 2001, he was diagnosed with chronic renal failure, aka kidney failure. We caught it early, because we noticed he drank a lot of water and had tests done. When he began having more trouble keeping his food down, the vet gave us Winstrol. One capsule a day seemed to help him. We tried giving him Hill's K/D - kidney diet food - but Allie didn't care for it; he wanted to eat what our other cats were eating (and they wanted his K/D). So eventually, we gave up on the special food.
In mid-2005, he seemed to be having more trouble than usual, and the vet said his levels (creatine and BUN) had gone way up. The vet gave him fluids, five days in a row, and he seemed to feel a little better. After about two months, he started having trouble again, throwing up regularly, and he seemed dehydrated. His levels were extremely high again. We gave him fluids and this time retested him, but the levels were still high. We knew the end was near, but I was hoping he'd make it through the holidays and one more Christmas together. But, he just couldn't make it.
The night before he died, he seemed constipated. He still ate and drank for me, and he wet in his box, but he couldn't do anything else. He was really wobbly the last few days of his life, but he did hop up on the couch once by himself, no trouble at all, spry as a spring chicken.
The morning of December 10, he tried to climb up on a little stool in front of the heater, but he fell and just lay there. I put him up on the stool and brought him some warm water, but he only lapped at it a couple of times. I offered him tuna, his favorite, but he hardly even sniffed it. That's when I knew I had to let him go.
I am sad to say goodbye to my friend of so many years, my baby, but he lived to a ripe old age in cat years, over 90 years old in people years. He had not been playful for a long time, but until the last few days, he could get around well. He enjoyed sitting on his daddy's lap, especially.
I will miss Allie, but I know he is happier now, full and fit again, playing in heaven with our other cats and waiting for the day when he can sit in his daddy's lap again.
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