found Tiny sick, small, hungry, abandoned and near death at a gas
station. I fell in love with her at first sight.
Although I knew that I didn't have the extra money to spend fixing
her up (getting rid of fleas and worms and such) I took her
anyway. I couldn't leave her there, and from then on we
became best friends. She is my everything. She is the
most wonderful kitten I have ever encountered. She seemed to
thank me everyday for saving her, I could tell in her eyes and the
way she meowed back to me when I talked to her that she loved me
and much as love her. She slept with me every night, curled
up right next to me, when I would move, she would follow.
She was always with me, she even liked to go for car rides and see
new sights and meet new people. She knew her name, and came
when called, but usually didn't let you forget it, and begged for
a treat. She loved special kitty milk and fish, and a soft
blanket to lay on. She was amazing.
Tiny was an indoor cat, but when she started to go in to heat, I
knew it was time to get her fixed. I had just moved to the
area, so I didn't have a vet that I knew and trusted, but I
had found one previously for her de-worming and flea control, so I
decided to use them again for her spay. Biggest mistake of
my life. They told me it was a little bit more expensive
because she was in heat, and because they REQUIRED you to buy pain
meds. So I dropped my baby off in the morning and entrusted
her life with the only veterinarian that I knew, an I hate myself
everyday for that. I picked Tiny up in the evening (with her
extra pain meds in hand) and brought her home. I tried to
give her her favorite wet food, but she wouldn't eat it, I
thought this might be normal. The next day she still wouldn't eat,
and was drinking a lot of water and throwing up. I have two
other cats, so I definitely knew this wasn't normal, all the while
I was giving her her pain medicine. She continued to get
worse. She was just laying in the corner of my bedroom
breathing really hard, sweating, and vomiting frequently.
After three days of this I grew extremely alarmed. I called
the vet and explained to them what was happening, and asked if it
could be the pain medication? They said there is no possible
way it was the medication because they use that kind all the time
(I feel so bad for all of the other that have gone there as well.)
So I discontinued it anyway cause I wasn't buying their cop-out
story. I looked at her treatment papers from surgery and
noticed that they had given her three different shots of metacam
and I was supposed to be giving it to her twice a day orally.
I as alarmed with how much they had given her pre and post op, and
grew even more suspicious. I looked metacam up online and
that is when I discovered this website and many others warning of
the extreme dangers of this killer drug. I flew into full panic
mode, I hate myself for actually giving her a few doses of that
stuff. I hate myself everyday for doing that to her.
I called a different emergency vet after I discovered this
information and brought her in right away. They did some
tests and discovered that she was dehydrated (a sign of metacam
poisoning) and her liver and kidneys were in full failure.
They said that she probably wouldn't live until the next day, and
that is when my world stopped turning. They said that the
only thing on my side was that I had brought her in early (day
three it was.) I asked them if her liver and kidney failure was
because of the metacam, and they said yes. They said they
don't use it ever because of the risk involved. They told me that
if for some slight chance she lived (they gave her a 5% chance of
survival) that she would have permanent damage and have to be on
fluids for the rest of her life. They had me say my goodbyes
to her, which was the hardest thing that I have ever done in my
life and I left her. They kept her on IV fluids for the
weekend, they were closed but still there monitoring patients.
After a torturous weekend of wondering and hoping, Monday morning
rolled around and they called. They were stunned, she had
lived through the weekend. I don't think that i have ever
been so happy in my life. I rushed to the vet, where they
delivered more good news, they expected NO permanent damage.
They said that she was nothing short of a miracle and to cherish
her forever someone was looking out for her.
...And this I have done. NOt a day goes by that I don't
remember what she went through. Thousands of dollars I spent
on Tiny's treatment, but it doesn't matter.
She's alive, and a miracle, and I am blessed.
Many others haven't been so fotunate and this makes me so sad and
mad at the company and vets that use metacam. DO NOT USE METACAM
UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! IT IS NOT APPROVED BY THE FDA FOR
CATS ORALLY. TELL YOUR VETS NO METACAM!!!!!