Dolly's
Moment:
Less then a
year ago, my boyfriend told me he would get me a cat.
Growing up I always wanted a fluffy, gray little girl. I
searched the papers calling all ads with gray kittens
but no one answered. Being impatient my boyfriend talked
me into going to the local humane society. I told them I
wanted a gray kitten and they brought out three. At
first sight I picked the most perfect, beautiful kitten
that I fell in love with immediately. I named her Dolly,
because she looked like a little baby doll. She was very
loving and always purred and followed me where ever I
went. She would climb in bed with me and would sleep on
my head most nights. I loved her with all my heart, and
still do. She always ate more then normal from the day I
got her so I just thought it was because she was
growing. After about six months she just quit growing.
She wasn't super small but not the size she should be.
She then got diarrhea and began vomiting many times a
day, and was very skinny (but you couldn't tell because
her hair was long) I took her to a terrible vet who ran
very expensive tests to the point to where I could not
afford to have anymore tests ran, only to tell me that
nothing was wrong with her, he gave her medicine to make
her quit vomiting and sent her home. A few weeks later
her stomach swelled. And then on May 21, 2009 I found
her barely holding on. I called her name and she just
gave me the saddest meow, I'll probably never forget. I
took her to the terrible vet again and he began jabbing
her in the stomach with needles supposedly to get out
fluid but he didn't get anything. I had to leave the
room because I couldn't bare seeing her like that
anymore. My boyfriend had already called another vet and
he asked me if I wanted to take her there that the vet
had said they may be able to help her and was very
reassuring. When I went back into the vets he had the
nerve to ask ME what tests I wanted him to run. Which
really bothered me. I told him I didn't want him to do
anything because it was obvious that he wasn't going to
try to help her. I took her to the other vet who said
she would monitor her and call me shortly. She called me
and told me that she was 99% sure that Dolly had FIP.
She said she would try surgery and things if I wanted
her to but she didn't think she would make it another
hour. I didn't want her to be in any pain or suffering,
so I decided euthanasia was the best thing for her. I
couldn't even tell her to do it, I had to get my
boyfriend who was just as upset as I was to tell her. It
was the hardest thing I ever had to do. She didn't even
get a whole year of life. Although I will never adopt
from the animal shelter and knowing the outcome I still
would have adopted Dolly. She was like a child to me. I
only wish I could have been able to give her a full
life. I know that in the time she was here she was very
loved and taken care of. She lived a happy life and will
always be in my heart. Its going to be harder for me to
get attached like that to another cat again because they
will never be her or take her place. This was very hard
for me to write, nothing but tears, but I wanted people
to hear her story.