I'm afraid I've just buried Teenie Weenie Propeller Beanie.
She got hit by a car Monday, it took us a while to realise she was missing and Srećko, our old tabby tom, had to show us where she was hiding. In obvious pain with blood coming out of her waterworks, straight to the vet's she went. The x-ray didn't show any broken bones, just lots of bruising. Painkillers, antibiotics and something to promote clotting. Yesterday morning she seemed to be improving but when I went to fetch her to go to the vet's at 1 I found her in the corner of the spare room crying and bleeding again. She was very dehydrated at the vet's so she had an infusion along with everything else, the current diagnosis being perhaps a ruptured bladder. However, back home again, she was obviously in a lot of pain. She did seem to have passed a small amount of urine but was bleeding again, another panic phone call to our ever so patient vet Mirela, yes she's suffering but we have to be patient. That afternoon I kept popping up to see her but when I came in from the shed at 6:30 and rushed upstairs to check on her I found that she'd died. I know she must have been suffering but she actually looked quite peaceful.
We took her for an autopsy, Mirela wanted to know as much as we did, she found that her kidneys had been destroyed: she didn't have a chance.
After the fight we went through with feline infectious peritonitis (which has a less than 20% chance of survival), spending hours with her on my lap while she was getting infusions, I felt really close to her (hence the preposterous name) so I feel like I've lost a very close friend.
I feel like I knew her for years but she was only 2.
