I got my 2 baby savannahs at 8 weeks old, and I loved them both so much I couldn’t imagine life without them. 2 weeks later I broke a crockpot in my kitchen on the tile. I cleaned it up and forgot all about it. the kittens played constantly and I was so happy with them. another week passed and then he stopped eating. he puked. Then he just started eating again, but he has runny poo all day. I took him straight to the vet I thought I was doing the right thing. They assumed he has coccidia. I start antibiotics. Situation gets worse. I go back and they say, whats this in his throat. They find it…. a white spot in his throat. BUT. I didnt know what it was at the time, they said, it went down whatever it is, just continue the meds. over the next week he became anemic, and they wanted another 800 for a blood transfusion, they told me they thought he has bone marrow cancer and the white thing was a pollop. They say he won’t survive. I cry and hold him, and he meows and purrs. I want to just run away with him. Then I decide I should do the blood transfusion. But I didnt want him to suffer. and I put him to sleep.
3 days later his brother is running around with a white piece of something. I realize its glass from the crockpot. He didnt swallow it.
Then I realize his brother did….. it wasnt coccidia. It wasnt cancer. He swallowed glass that I didnt clean up, and the vet misdiagnosed his anemia, and I killed my boy. I left glass under the fridge, he ate it and became sick and anemic. And I believed that stupid atupid dr who said she wasn’t sur but it might be cancer and I should put him down. The transfusion was all he needed…I could have saved him and I let him go.
I cant stop crying. I cry everyday, and I dont know when I’ll ever get over it