We lost Chester kitty.
Not a huge shock, we were toying with the idea of putting him down, but it ended up being a little more traumatic than I had anticipated.
His medicine stopped working, he started having seizures increasing in intensity for about a week. We were frantically adjusting doses, taking blood, trying to get his levels back to normal, but it takes time for the medicine to build up in his system. He had a horrible seizure, I couldn't grab him to keep him from hurting himself, he ran behind the couch and got stuck. It comes apart into individual pieces, but in order to move one you have to move the other and so on. He was stuck behind the last piece. It was chaos, I was throwing furniture, screaming for my husband, the dogs were barking, Chester was howling... When I finally got to him, his seizure had stopped, he was just laying limp against the wall. We rushed him to the vet, the vet tech's worked hard to make him comfortable, and he drifted away peacefully.
I'm still having a hard time, you know thinking if I could have grabbed him, he wouldn't have suffered so badly, maybe I did something wrong in the beginning, like the epilepsy was my fault somehow, I know I shouldn't blame myself but it's difficult not too...
Now I'm having a hard time bonding with the kittens we picked up, which is weird for me, I don't know, little Monroe is acting like Chester did when he was little, making the same noises, trying to cuddle with me the same way Chester did, which is just painful, sometimes I can't even hold him, I have to give him to my roommate and leave the room.
It's all okay now though, Chester is no longer suffering so that makes me feel a little bit better about it.
Everyone else is doing well, Hubby is leaving in Sept. roomie will be leaving in Oct. Not sure I'm ready for that but I'll manage.
I hope everyone is doing okay, life goes on and I hope it's treating you all well