I haven't been on in a long while, but Sabriel just passed away today.
Yesterday morning, 3am, I noticed he hadn't eaten his food. Knowing GI Stasis was probably the cause, I started administering Simethicone every hour for 3 hours, massaging his belly afterwards. Then I woke up 3 hours later to give him more. He seemed to be doing okay then.
I went the whole day on less than 2 hours of sleep, only cuddling with Sabriel before we took him to the vet.
I was smart and took some pictures of me holding him.
We went to the vet and he got fluids, and we decided to go with meds right away.
He was on 5 different meds (including Baytril every 12 hours, Metacam every 24 hours, Simethicone every 8 hours, and two others every 8 hours), and I was force feeding him Critical Care, and massaging his belly after that.. He was doing pretty good at 5:00 am (did some poops and ate some hay!), but was acting a little strange when I started to give him his meds at 1:00pm, but I thought he had just accepted we had to do this (he was a little too compliant).
Well, shortly after giving him his meds and force feeding, while I was giving him his belly massages, it seemed as if he was having balance problems. It seemed to get worse, where he couldn't even really walk right, and whenever he laid down, his head would droop to the floor and he would get startled if I pet him. I called the vet and thought it might be the meds making him a lil loopy...
But he started to get worse, and it almost looked like he was seizing/trying to run forward and unable, and he rolled a little. I told the receptionist on the phone we were gunna come to the vet, hung up, and then when I picked him up, Sabriel was pretty limp. I rushed to put him in the carrier, and was about to start snapping the top on, but then I noticed he was gasping- and I knew he was gone. I opened the door to my room, half screamed/sobbed "MOM!" as loud as I could, and ripped the top of the carrier off. I started petting him, crying really hard, and when my mom came into the room I told her he was dead. She took note of him moving his mouth, and I told her, he's not breathing, those are the after death movements...
And he was gone.. Sabriel passed away September 25, 2014, on his 5th birthday.
I don't think he would have lived even if we had gotten to the vet. He didn't do good under anesthetic when he broke his leg, and almost died then. It was likely he would have this time too, so I am comforted by the fact he passed away with me and not on a surgical table surrounded by strangers. I am so impossibly sad to know my baby boy is gone though.
Rest well and binky free, my baby Sabriel. I love you so much and I will miss you impossibly so.
Yesterday morning, 3am, I noticed he hadn't eaten his food. Knowing GI Stasis was probably the cause, I started administering Simethicone every hour for 3 hours, massaging his belly afterwards. Then I woke up 3 hours later to give him more. He seemed to be doing okay then.
I went the whole day on less than 2 hours of sleep, only cuddling with Sabriel before we took him to the vet.
I was smart and took some pictures of me holding him.
We went to the vet and he got fluids, and we decided to go with meds right away.
He was on 5 different meds (including Baytril every 12 hours, Metacam every 24 hours, Simethicone every 8 hours, and two others every 8 hours), and I was force feeding him Critical Care, and massaging his belly after that.. He was doing pretty good at 5:00 am (did some poops and ate some hay!), but was acting a little strange when I started to give him his meds at 1:00pm, but I thought he had just accepted we had to do this (he was a little too compliant).
Well, shortly after giving him his meds and force feeding, while I was giving him his belly massages, it seemed as if he was having balance problems. It seemed to get worse, where he couldn't even really walk right, and whenever he laid down, his head would droop to the floor and he would get startled if I pet him. I called the vet and thought it might be the meds making him a lil loopy...
But he started to get worse, and it almost looked like he was seizing/trying to run forward and unable, and he rolled a little. I told the receptionist on the phone we were gunna come to the vet, hung up, and then when I picked him up, Sabriel was pretty limp. I rushed to put him in the carrier, and was about to start snapping the top on, but then I noticed he was gasping- and I knew he was gone. I opened the door to my room, half screamed/sobbed "MOM!" as loud as I could, and ripped the top of the carrier off. I started petting him, crying really hard, and when my mom came into the room I told her he was dead. She took note of him moving his mouth, and I told her, he's not breathing, those are the after death movements...
And he was gone.. Sabriel passed away September 25, 2014, on his 5th birthday.
I don't think he would have lived even if we had gotten to the vet. He didn't do good under anesthetic when he broke his leg, and almost died then. It was likely he would have this time too, so I am comforted by the fact he passed away with me and not on a surgical table surrounded by strangers. I am so impossibly sad to know my baby boy is gone though.
Rest well and binky free, my baby Sabriel. I love you so much and I will miss you impossibly so.
