NOOOOOOO Please do NOT take your pet to Pewaukee Veterinary Services!!
I dread the idea of writing this because it means I have to re-reminisce an already agonizing memory, but if it means that you and your pet won't have to go through the same, it will not be in vain.
Off all my pets, little "Handsome Boy" was with me for the least amount of time, yet losing him broke my heart much more profoundly than all the others. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to get past the anguish this time...
Two years ago I discovered a little orange tabby toughing out a brutal winter in the woods behind my house. No matter how I tried to lure him out of the cold, this very feral little guy wouldn't get within ten feet of me. All winter long I supplied him with fresh food and water, I built shelters for him and on the worst nights I'd put 12 hour hand warmers under the blankets to help keep him warm.
When spring finally came, he would trot over to eat his fresh food, but touching wasn't allowed...yet. By then all I had to do was say "who is such a Handsome Boy" and he would immediately flop to the ground, roll back and forth belly up and show me exactly what he thought of his handsome self!
He also spent this time one-by-one winning over the other cats and dogs we had and each week he'd venture a little bit closer to me. By summer he would finally let me do a quick "drive-by pet" but when Fall rolled around, he decided it was time to become one of the pack. One night he lined up behind the dogs and followed them right up the stairs and into the house. He never left my side after that and spent the winter months head butting me so hard he'd knock my glasses off my face!
Five months later, March (2014) I took him to Pewaukee Veterinary Services for what I thought was constipation. Turns out he was diagnosed with Struvite crystals in his bladder; the most common and treatable kind. His blood work revealed other than that he was a strong and healthy, young cat. He could and should have survived the acute condition with the proper vet care and medication.
This is what I recall...it's reasonably accurate I believe.
The first visit was on Monday. Dr. Karen Selbert suggested surgery, but with a $2300.00 + fee, I asked for a lesser priced effective option. She drained his bladder with a catheter and sent home meds but warned it probably wouldn't work. Handsome Boy remained blocked so I took him back on Wednesday and agreed to the surgery which another doctor there performed. He also offered to neuter him at no extra charge. Seems to me, he fully expected the cat to recover? A catheter was re-inserted to allow drainage. When I saw her I had a funny feeling Dr. Selbert was angry with me for some reason...I tried to convince myself I was imagining it.
I took him home the next morning, but by Friday he still wasn't able to pass urine (urethra swelling) so they offered to keep him in observation for the weekend at "no charge." When I learned that Dr. Selbert was on-call that weekend, I instantly became overwhelmed with a very ominous feeling in my gut; what was I supposed to do? Again I tried to convince myself I was imagining that.
I dropped him off and expressed concerns if he were to get cath'd again over the weekend. After all, the swelling of his urethra was the only reason he still couldn't pee. I was relieved when told that rather than irritate his urethra even more Dr. Selbert could extract the urine from his bladder with a syringe, thus allowing the needed time for the swelling to go down. What a relief! But when I called to check on him Saturday...did she? NOPE!
NO! She put a third catheter in him AGAIN and I KNOW she KNEW what was likely to happen. OMG! The THIRD TIME in less than a week. I was sick with worry, but calmly asked why she didn't choose that alternate procedure, her aloof response was; "'cause I've always done it this way, ever since I was a vet in Indiana." I knew right then I was NOT imagining that funny feeling. Something then told me he would never be coming home again either.
Though terrified, I called on Monday morning praying for the best. Sure enough, he wasn't able to pass urine on his own due to inflammation of the urethra. I was left with three choices; let him slowly die in pain from the toxic overload, spend an additional $3000.00 on a different surgery to essentially give him a urethra more like a female cat and less likely to block or put him to sleep.
I was way too out of my mind with grief. I had to ask my boyfriend to go over there and have him put to sleep. Apparently something so horrific happened while he was there, he left very distraught. When he tried to merely mention it, I told him to NEVER, ever tell me what that was. I am haunted just knowing whatever it was, it was bad.
I'm so sorry Handsome Boy...I know you didn't want to die. You shouldn't have. Had I picked a different clinic, I honestly don't think you would have.
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