"Smokie Darling (Annie)" wrote:

You know, someone near here had dumped a teensy black kitten a couple of years ago. I had gone outside, and heard this tiny little baby kitten crying, and crying, and crying. I found him under my house (I tempted him out with some tuna). I named him Endymion.

He was beautiful and I loved him. He was maybe 10 weeks old. One morning I noticed he was slower coming to breakfast. By afternoon he was having to drag his hind legs. I took him to the vet, and she did all sorts of tests. Could find nothing wrong. No injury, no bacteria or virus. She thought it might be non-bacterial encephalitis, but wouldn't have been contagious to the other cats. He would have to be taken to the litter box, and "helped" to potty. He might get better or he might not.

She claimed the odds were very much against him. I talked with hubby, and we decided that he needed to be sent on his way. I went down there, I held him close (and cried my eyes out). The vet came in, gave him his shot, and on her way out, she said... "We could have saved him, he would have been fine. You just needed to give him more time."

That one preys on my mind, even now. I'd only known him for a week (but he would come bounding out whenever I would call Endy, Endy, Endy). Who knew that someone could get so attached so quickly? I still cry (like now), when I think of him. He was such a sweet little guy.

OMG, I would think so! That horrifies me - I have tears in my eyes just
thinking about it. The most tragic death is one that was preventable, IMO.
Especially when you're talking about a baby, of any species. This is really
upsetting, and it didn't even happen to me. That woman should not be
allowed to practice medicine, veterinary or otherwise. This is beyond
cruelty toward you, although it's that, too. But what about the kitten? She
took his life for no reason. She sounds insane. I'm so sorry you had such
a horrible and unprofessional vet in that situation.

Joyce