In the middle of the week last week, Hayden woke up with a fever. It was followed by big red bumps all over his body. After a trip to the doctor I found out he had hand foot mouth. It spreads easily, so the last week my efforts have been focused mainly on sanitizing our house. Krissy ended up getting it this past Tuesday, and my brain has been focused on taking care of two sick kids and trying to keep Allie healthy (all while I had cold too!).
On Tuesday, the same day Krissy broke out in bumps, Holeshot, our grey cat, threw up 4 times in our bedroom. It was a weird greenish color, but I just thought "I can't take care of a sick cat too". After cleaning up Holeshots messes (which he watched me clean up), I put Allie down for a nap and realized Holeshot followed me into the kids room and was urinating on the floor. I about lost it and decided the garage was the best place for him for the day.
I texted Kevin telling him Holeshot had gotten sick on our floor then peed in the kids room and he was out for the day. I like to start those texts with "Your cat did ____" because I have always called Holeshot his cat and Harry my cat. Kevin always teased me that I'd be more emotional than he would be if anything ever happened to Holeshot (he was right). Anyways, neither one of us were concerned about what had happened.
The next morning, Wednesday, I was loading up the kids in the van to run to the bank. Holeshot was laying on the ground in the garage and had no interest in moving. I left the house door open for a minute and he never moved. I got down and pet him and reazlied he was not feeling good. I could see in his eyes he felt horrible. The dog ran in and looked like she wanted to pounce on him and I shooed the dog away. I got in the van, started it up, and Holeshot never moved (normally he runs away at the sound of the garage door opening or the car starting). I immediately went into super concerned mode. Kevin had been at an appointment, and we swapped vehicles so I could go to my DOK class, and I told him when he got home to check on Holeshot because something wasn't right.
I put the situation in the back of my head the hour I was at class, and while I was getting ready to leave church I decided to do a google search on cats throwing up green. Every article said "get the cat to the vet immediately". I came home and reported my findings to Kevin, and he still wasn't worried and kept thinking Holeshot just felt bad and would bounce back. I talked him into using a medicine squirter and going to squirt some water in Holeshots mouth. Holeshot had wedged himself behind our deep freeze (I didn't even think it was possible for him to get back there). My next thought was "he's trying to hide so he can die". I went into panic mode and Kevin kept insisting that he would be fine. (In Kevin's defense, I have thought our cats were dying more than once. They always ended up being fine, never probably needed any vet care, but we'd be out several hundred dollars. So you can see why Kevin hesitated.)
Kevin took my van to work, and I had made plans to stay at home with the kids all evening. I started texting a friend, Stephanie, that works at a vet clinic. I was telling her the symptoms he was having and she so sweetly offered to take him to the vet for me (so I didn't have to get out with the sickly kiddos). I wanted to make sure Kevin was fine with that, so I called him at work. He didn't immediately jump on board, but I kept on persisting. It's hard watching an animal be in pain! He agreed it wouldn't be a bad idea to have him looked out and get a couple tests run.
Stephanie got to our house right after 4. She scooped him up and was on the way to the vet. I promised to keep my phone glued to me and let her know she could call with any questions she had. She called and asked about past vaccines and some general health questions. They ran a test for feline leukemia (which is contagious to other cats) and it came back negative. Then they drew some blood to check overall functions of the major organs. It took about 15 minutes to get the results back.
Stephanie called back to say Holeshot's kidney's were shutting down. In fact, his numbers were so high, the test wouldn't even read them. His blood was being poisioned by his failing kidneys and he was in pain. I knew he was. I still broke down, and asked her what the options were. The vet offered to do IV fluids for 48 hours and retest, but there was very little hope that he'd improve, and if he did, it would be very short lived, like a few days to a week, then we'd be right back in the same boat. The answer was obvious but I didn't want to accept it. I called Kevin and I told him the options. Neither one of us had ever had to make a decision like that so unexpectedly. Kevin so unselfishly said that they had a great weekend together this past weekend, and he couldn't make him suffer another day or two just so we could be there to tell him bye. I asked if he was sure and it took him a minute, but he said he was sure.
I called Stephanie back, and tried to talk through my tears. I told her we decided we'd let him go. We didn't want him suffering any more. She told me she agreed it was the best thing for him. Kevin and I were at peace knowing that was the best decision we could have made for him.
I spent the rest of the evening crying my eyes out and being consoled by my kids. I kept texting Kevin telling him it was pathetic how well our kids handle death and here I sat being so sad about it. Allie would say "Holeshot has a new body in Heaven Mommy." and Hayden would say, "I bet Holeshot is playing with TJ." Their talks warmed my heart.
Kevin said it may be easier on him to not have to bury his kitty this morning, so I asked my dad if he minded coming over to do it before Kevin got home from work. He agreed to help, and Holeshot is buried right behind TJ. I now have even more of a desire to make that shaded area in our yard more beautiful than it is. I have visions of my favorite flower (the bleeding heart) blooming all around back there.
Our other kitty, Harry, cried more than usual last night. I told Kevin I felt like he knew. We've had two cats from the time we were married so it's weird thinking there is just one. We have no plans to add another kitty to the family because Harry doesn't take well to other cats.
We enjoyed Holeshot for the last 8 years and had every intention of spending another 10+ years with him. He was a very patient kitty with the kids. The day Kevin found him, I was working at Old Navy. He called to say he found the fuzziest baby kitten ever and he wanted to keep it. I can't turn my back on a kitten, especially "the fuzziest baby kitten" (I have a thing with animals that have long fur), so I couldn't wait to get off work that day and go meet this new baby kitten. Holeshot was not at all what I was excepting, he was a short haired kitten with big dirty ears, but he managed to find a place in my heart. He was our first "baby". He had the funniest high pitch meow, and was always welcoming to other animals I brought home. He was loved by us all, even Krissy (she loved chasing him). We will miss him!