August 15th 2007 5:26 am
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On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, my sweet little girl, Emma Lauren passed on to the Rainbow Bridge. She had been diagnosed with Hyperthyroidism just over a month earlier. Her T4 level was higher than the vet had ever seen 11.4, a 7 is dangerous enough. When she was first abandoned I was told by a different vet that in 2003 she was 2, but this disease only starts in cats that are at least 7. And with Emma's history and other issues, it looks like she was probably well into her teens. Emma was 100% LAPCAT, and the prettiest little thing you ever saw, all six pounds of her. She had the greatest, most unique almost raspy little voice and she could fight with the best of them. She was the Princess of my house.
Emma was abandoned at PetsMart on June 21, 2003, she was underweight, matted, filthy, stunk of smoke and had other problems. I named her Emma Lauren after my chiropractor and my doctor...they are both very tiny and very pretty just like her.
Emma has always had her own quirks you might say, things that kept her from being unadoptable i.e. litterbox issues, so in any other situation she would have been euthanized immediately, but I could not let that happen. I loved her. She had lost weight on me once before and so I just started feeding her more often and she gained it back and was fine. The next time, it did not work. Emma always had some sort of little problem, ears and eyes mainly, but it was constant for the sweet girl. A couple months back, she woke me up in the middle of the night sitting on my chest, her eyes and nose crusted and running, breathing heavy and looking so frail.
I called the vet immediately, her T4 cells were insanely high and she was down to 3.8lbs. I was terrified, but I was not going to give up on her. The vet said she was in critical condition and that I could do more for her at home being with her 24/7, but the next three days would be rough. She had stopped eating and drinking, so I syringe fed her every four hours and she got sub-q fluids and meds every 12. She got thru the three days, so I kept up the feedings and the meds for a month, eventually she started eating on her own and drinking water. But the weight gain was slight. She had good and bad days. And never did I think that I was going to lose her. My vet told my mom that if anyone can keep her alive, I can because he knows how much I love my cats and what I will do for them...but Emma was more sick than any of us really knew. After a month, things looked promising, she was eating pretty well, getting her meds, but the weight gain was not there. Her little heart still pounded awfully strong though and she was always breathing hard and taking breaks when walking.
Then I went and failed my sweet Emma, I got myself so sick that I was put into a hospital and I was not there for her. Thankfully, her Aunt Kelly was...but she should not have needed to be. Aunt Kelly loved Emma too, she took her to her house and did everything that I would have done for her. She is the only one I would have wanted Emma with. Emma was very comfortable there from the moment she walked in, she smacked Princess twice, the boys just watched her, and she settled into Kelly's lap and snuggled in bed with her too, moved Kenmore right out of his space. Emma made herself cozy on Matt's chest too, and soon just as with me, she was lying across Kelly's neck at night. She was perfectly content. I loved hearing how happy she was, it made me able to rest easier. The night before she died, Emma must have gotten her last burst of energy, she climbed up onto Kelly's shoulder and stuck her tiny little head right into her Rice and Broccoli, and then went back for more. That is just what Emma always did, over the shoulder and in the dish. They went to sleep, Emma all curled up in Kelly's neck....but later that morning Emma did something she never does, she got down and went to lay down on Kelly's bath robe on the floor, not one of the cat beds. She never woke up.
I miss my baby...Mommy loves you forever Emma.
January 7th 2007 6:11 pm
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At the end of last year I was super sick, I mean it was life & the bad word, death. My mom knew what she needed to do for me here at home, but she knew it was not going to be enough. She asked all of my siblings to post in their groups about me and ti ask if our Catster friends & their familes would purr & prayer for me. The first three days were very critical. After day one I stopped eating and drinking. it was Catsters to the rescue giving us advice and tricks and all the support we needed. I MADE IT thru those first three days. That was a very important hurdle for me.
Since then I have been eating on my own, but it is on and off with how good I do. My dehydration level gets better every day, and I take my pill twice a day with much grief for my mother. Plus I have pink eye now too. But its okay, I am pretty sure I have put on a couple of ounces. My doctor says I am still in very serious condition and it will be about a month before I start showing any significant improvement...but the most important thing is that I am here.
All the beautiful rosettes and stars and p-mails to me and my siblings, even to my mom were/are caring, supportive, encouraging, sympathetic, empathetic, sweet and loving. I felt it all, the purrs were so beautifully powerful. I know along with my mom's love and dedication to me, it was all the Catabulous Kitties and some pretty Awesome Doggies too, plus all of their Phenomenal Families that purred, barked and prayed so hard for me that I am still here.
I need to apologize for my siblings as well as myself for being so awful in writing back to all of the wonderful p-mails we received and especially for me with all the pretty stars and rosettes. It may be a little in the future when I am a little stronger, but we will all do our best to make sure we thank you.
Lastly, I have to thank HQ, if it were not for him, Catster would not be here and my mom never would have received all the support and help that she did. She says it was Catster that helped her get thru this too.
All my purring love,
Emma (and Mom)
December 30th 2006 6:17 pm
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I have been really sick the last few days, last night was the worst so today Mom & Grandma rushed me to the vet. It turns out that I am 2 years older than the other vet said, so now I am officially the Old Lady of the house. But also, I have hyperthyroidism. My weight dropped to 3.5lbs and with that I am anemic, dehydrated and have a minor bladder infection. I only have a 50/50 chance of pulling thru right now over the next few days, in three days with the pills to slow my thyroid, lots of extra food, and as much water as possible (my appetite is still good) if I put on some weight and perk up a bit, then may chances will improve, and hopefully the T4 bloodtest levels will be way under 40. Purr for me, please!