My beautiful Tig was a very
sweet boy who enjoyed "patrolling" the yard,
sitting on the roof, and just generally being a real cat.
One day he came into the house and went past his food dish
and went straight to his room, which I thought was odd.
That night he didn't come out for dinner. I went back
to check on him, and when I called his name, he moaned in
pain. We brought him out of his room and called the
vet. As it was after hours, the vet didn't want to see
him because she had to get up early in the morning and was
just going to bed. "He probably just had a fall
and is sore. Call us in the morning if he isn't any
better." When morning rolled around, Tig did seem
a little better. So we didn't call. All week he
just didn't seem to feel good and wasn't eating well or
talking. By the end of the week a swelling on the
right side of his face appeared. We took him to the
vet, and they thought it was the beginning of an abscess.
They gave him a heavy-duty antibiotic shot and told us,
"This should make it clear up, but if it is still there
at the end of the week, bring him back for another
antibiotic shot." At the end of the 2nd week,
there was no improvement, so back we went for another shot.
At the end of the 3rd week, there was still no improvement,
so back we went to the vet again. This time I wanted
blood work and x-rays so that we could find out what was
really going on. Well, the vet drew the blood studies
but did not want to do any x-rays until the results of the
blood work came back, which would be the next morning.
In the meantime, he wanted to give Tig an appetite enhancer
and an antiinflammatory. He gave Tig the appetite
enhancer tablet and a shot of Metacam. There was no
discussion of side effects by the vet. He said he
thought Tig may had broken his jaw and the antiinflammatory
would help with the pain if that was the case. He
would call us in the morning with the results of the blood
work. When we arrived home, Tig went straight for his
food dish and ate better than I had seen him eat in 3 weeks.
Good sign. He then napped the rest of the evening in
the livingroom with us. My husband went to bed at 10.
Tig seemed to be feeling a little better. About
midnight, I put him in to sleep with my husband like he
usually does. At 5:30 in the morning, my husband is
shouting, "Come help me. Tig has himself tangled
up in the bed springs." We have an antique bed
with the open bed springs underneath the mattress.
There was Tig, hanging halfway up in the springs and his
eyes glazed over and unresponsive. When I got under
the bed and talked to him, he looked at me and his eyes
cleared. We got him out, but within half an hour he
went unconscious, started agonal breathing, and passed out
of our lives forever. From what we could piece
together of the events of after I put him to bed with my
husband, a loud noise woke up my husband and we believe Tig
took a bad fall and hit his injured jaw and head on the
heater under the window. We think he then threw up
from the trauma or before the fall, and then crawled under
the bed to die. We do know with all of our hearts that
Metacam was responsible to his death. If the vet had
just warned us of the side effects of that 1 dose of Metacam,
we could have taken the precautions to make sure Tig was in
a safe place where he could not have been hurt, and he would
still be with us today. Tig was only 2 years old.
Bob and Darlene , Grants