He cried the whole way to the vet. And then he shook. I was hoping it was a sign he was just upset about the vet. He hated the vet. But then they did CPR. And his heart had stopped and he was gone. And I realize he died in the car.
It was all because of fleas. We let the collars expire- why did we do that? And scruffy kept itching. And the shampoo didn’t work. So, it was time to deflea. And I wasn’t there for this part, but I doubt it would have mattered. Petsmart, OTC flea medicine. They place it on the cats necks, keep a close eye on Buttons because he’s older.
And..his breathing isn’t quite right. We should have taken him to the vet right then but who knew a flea product could kill someone. And, we gave him a bath, waited for him to get better. Made him a food tray for later he would never get to eat. And my mom comes in my room screaming. He’s not getting better. I look up the drug quickly on my iPhone. And…so many stories. Seizures, and deaths. We call the 24 hour vet, they say that its poison. We rush there…not fast enough. We thought it was fast enough. But..instead…it wasn’t. We sit in a brightly lit room, and get the bad news. I want to be sick. He was fine earlier that day. It was the drug, the drug. We take his body home, but Scruffy is drooling, or foaming. So, we take them both, they get baths. I get home at 7:30, have to call out of work.
And..they were sleepy, skittish, motor skills were terrible. Creamy even had a lazy eye for awhile. They got better. Buttons didn’t. I had him since he was 15. He was sweet, and greedy, and not that bright. He had giant eyes, and he loved having him chin scratched. He would nibble me when he was hungry, and stand with his legs far apart. And, he’s sunbathe, and sniff the fresh air. And…Sentry killed him. Petsmart killed him. We…
Just…don’t shop at PetSmart. Don’t use those OTC products, they are basically just fucking pesticides. Just…I miss my cat. And, no, I can’t just get another one.