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Darryl's
story:
I
am still in shock. So I hope I can successfully write all the
details.
I
had a little boy. His given name was Darryl. But many nicknames happened
through the years. Deanie was the name he and I decided
was his. In the meantime, and many times after I called him
DapperDean, DarrylDevine, DarrylDusseldorfDevine, DeanieWeanie
and my little BedBuddy.
My
Deanie was a happy cat. He was grey and white, with pink nose
and mouth. He had a gleaming coat, and was chubby because he
enjoyed food, and he enjoyed life. He was always smiling. I
could see his smile because that part of his mouth was white.
He
was a healthy boy who loved eating. He loved music. I played music
for him every day. He would listen intently. I had a screened
porch added to my house so he could feel nature. And he loved it.
When he had to come in,, he followed me and knew it I had
only good intentions. We loved each other. He trusted me.
Now my boy is gone because a veterinarian killed him. The vets there go beyond vet school, 4 years. They are
specialists in their fields.
October
3, I took my boy to 'animal hospital of ****' (to a dr I
trusted). Deanie had a swollen bottom lip.
'dr'
**** told me he could give Deanie steroids, but steroids might
lead to diabetes. And I said 'Darryl is important, very important
- I do not want him to develop diabetes, couldn't he just have an
antibiotic?' Dr **** said yes, and proceeded to give Deanie what
I now know as metacam and an antibiotic.
I
gave the medicines as prescribed to my boy. I trusted dr *****.
Night
Oct 5, Deanie and I were going to sleep. I was happy, Darryl was
happy. He was cleaning like he always did before bed, with many
pets in between by me. I was watching Seinfeld as usual - our
usual routine. But all of a sudden, Deanie jumped off the bed and
started vomiting. I thought it was a hairball, so I went to sleep.
When
I got up the next morning, my boy was not himself. He was not
smiling. He was throwing up water. And he kept drinking water.
So
I called the vet's office. The vet on call (this was Saturday)
told me to withold water from Deanie. So I did.
By
Sunday, it was apparent Darryl was really sick. So I
took him to a vet - a specialty urgent care facility here in
town. He was diagnosed acute kidney failure from
metacm by a Dr. ****. I did not want him to stay in hospital, so
I asked for a sub q (thinking that would take care of the
dehydration) and brought him home. As you all know, cats are
sensitive. They need to be home.
But
after, he started throwing up again. So I took him back to the vet
and let them keep him on IV.
Monday:
I knew metacam had poisoned my everything, the only person in the
world who loved me. And I was deciding on euthanasia. Decided I
would let Deanie go the next day.
Tuesday:
Got a call from dr **** (the vet who did this to Darryl). he
said 'my conscious is bothering me. i will tell you the truth. the
day i gave Darryl metacam, the syringe cap went down his throat'.
He also called dr ***** and told him the same thing.
So,
I had HOPE. Hope that if that syringe cap was taken out, Deanie
would live. And I agreed to surgery.
After
surgery, Deanie had what seemed to me at least 100 staples from
his throat to his groin. He was on a feeding tube. Had developed
seizures, and had an awful 'cold'.
dr
**** gave me the syringe cap. It's in my kitchen in a plastic
bag. It is so huge. I told dr ****, if I'd swallowed it would
have choked to death.
Friday:
I was told it was time for Deanie to leave the vet. So I took him
home. He was on feeding tube, with all the atrocities I have told
you.
the animal
hospital had vet techs come out to feed him through
the tube. When the weekend came, they dropped the ball and I had
to keep taking him back to the vet to be fed and given
phenobarbital, and all the other medications (8 in all) through
the tube. After every 'meal' I wondered where the next meal would
come from. I am aware that if cats don't eat, they can develop
fatty liver.
This
went on for 2 weeks. the animal hospital decided they
had not enough vet techs to keep coming to my house. So I
schlepped my little boy from pillar to post just trying to keep
him fed. I stayed with him constantly in my house. I played his
music. I tried to do everything exactly as it had been before.
In
the meantime, his smile went away. And there were no more purrs.
The
last night, Deanie had seizure after seizure, and not even so
benign as grand mal. They were death seizures.
So
I called the death doctor from the animal hospital to
come to my house. He said make sure all lights are on. And I did.
And Darryl was in a seizure at the time of the shot. I was petting
him and I saw the look of horror on his face as he died, the look
of PAIN, and I will never forget it.
I
am heartbroken. I can barely make myself survive. How on earth
could such a healthy happy boy be tortured and killed like
that? - like a lamb to slaughter. I cannot forgive myself for
taking him to the vet in the first place because his little lower
lip was swollen. And I cannot forgive myself for letting him be
tortured because I was so desperate.
My
BedBuddyDapperDeanDarrylDevineDarrylDusseldorfDevine - my little
bed buddy is gone.
Me:
I've had my first 'panic attack' since. Ended up at hospital. Have
had to go to mental health clinic. Cannot get off the couch. I
cannot eat, cannot sleep. When I go into a little sleep, I dream
of the whole nightmare.
My
child was murdered. Many people would scoff at this, but I am
human childless. I have no human children. To me, it would be like
a doctor murdering a child in front of me and laughing as he did
it (dr **** was so jovial that day). And me, so desperate to
keep my child with me.
BTW,
the day dr **** gave Deanie that medication, I was sitting right
there. It all seemed to go so smooth, and I left happy, knowing
Deanie's lower lip would not be swollen anymore. I trusted dr ****. Deanie trusted me. I hate myself for being such an idiot.
But
now my child/best friend/confidant/bed buddy is gone -
tortured and murdered. He did not deserve this. Who did he ever
hurt in his entire little lifetime - NO ONE.
Stay
away from vets.
Carolyn
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