This past friday Monty got realy sick, we took him to the vet where they did several tests and xrays and things and sent us of with some antibiotics for him. Which seemed to help because on Sunday night he was running around all spazzy, like his usual self. He even tried to steal my sandwhich, which he's prone to do.
On monday he had to go back in to the vet again because they had found something weird near one of his kidneys. So he had to go in for exploratory surgery. During which they found a large tumor on one of his kidneys. It was pretty big in size, but the doctor said that it looked like he had gotten it all off, so we were relieved. The doctor called my sister and said that Monty was out of surgery and was doing well, he was recovering and we could go pick him up that night.
But sometime after that phone call he passed away. Before any of us got to see him. He died all alone in that damn hospital without anyone that he knew there. If the fuckign vet had told us to come see him right away, and not that "come later he's recovering" crap, then we would have had a chance to see him before he died. But nope, he didn't say that, and so at 6 years old Monty, passed away in a small recovery room all by himself, poor little guy.
[addendum]
Looking back I recognize that I was pretty harsh with the vet. That was just because I was really pissed of with him at the time.
If he had not told us that Monty was doing well when he got out of surgery, then I would have rushed down there as soon as he called. But no, instead I was out in the middle of nowhere while my sister and mom went to get him, because I thought he was doing alright and was coming home soon.
So this is what happened after the doctored called to tell us Monty was fine. He came out from the anaesthesia and was doing well, but then he just suddenly started coughing and wouldn't stop. The doctor tried massaging his lungs, or some such, but because his body is so tiny it was really hard for the doctor to do anything else without hurting. When my sister and mom got there they were told he just died, and apparently even the doctor was crying. He was still warm when they went in to see him. But again I was nowhere near there at the time because I had been told he was doing fine, and so I had gone off to do something while they picked him up, and so I missed out on even seeing him after it happend, and I feel terrible. All this after he was looking and acting fine earlier in the day, the last thing I did when I saw him was kiss his little head, which I guess is as good enough a last memory as any, but I'm still pretty damn sad.
On monday he had to go back in to the vet again because they had found something weird near one of his kidneys. So he had to go in for exploratory surgery. During which they found a large tumor on one of his kidneys. It was pretty big in size, but the doctor said that it looked like he had gotten it all off, so we were relieved. The doctor called my sister and said that Monty was out of surgery and was doing well, he was recovering and we could go pick him up that night.
But sometime after that phone call he passed away. Before any of us got to see him. He died all alone in that damn hospital without anyone that he knew there. If the fuckign vet had told us to come see him right away, and not that "come later he's recovering" crap, then we would have had a chance to see him before he died. But nope, he didn't say that, and so at 6 years old Monty, passed away in a small recovery room all by himself, poor little guy.
[addendum]
Looking back I recognize that I was pretty harsh with the vet. That was just because I was really pissed of with him at the time.
If he had not told us that Monty was doing well when he got out of surgery, then I would have rushed down there as soon as he called. But no, instead I was out in the middle of nowhere while my sister and mom went to get him, because I thought he was doing alright and was coming home soon.
So this is what happened after the doctored called to tell us Monty was fine. He came out from the anaesthesia and was doing well, but then he just suddenly started coughing and wouldn't stop. The doctor tried massaging his lungs, or some such, but because his body is so tiny it was really hard for the doctor to do anything else without hurting. When my sister and mom got there they were told he just died, and apparently even the doctor was crying. He was still warm when they went in to see him. But again I was nowhere near there at the time because I had been told he was doing fine, and so I had gone off to do something while they picked him up, and so I missed out on even seeing him after it happend, and I feel terrible. All this after he was looking and acting fine earlier in the day, the last thing I did when I saw him was kiss his little head, which I guess is as good enough a last memory as any, but I'm still pretty damn sad.
- Monty in the kitchen
- Monty waking up from a nap
- Monty caught in the act of stealing a pastry
- Monty taking a nap