Late Saturday night, Freckles, my little baby somehow got out of her tank. I heard a scuffling (my cat chasing something) and woke up to investigate. I heard a scream, and knew the worst had happnend. Luckily, I knew where to find her because I had heard her scream. So I retireved her with help from my boyfriend.
She was in bad shape. She had a punctured lung, 3-4 lacerations on her body and a missing eye. I took her to the bathroom to get a better look, and saw that her belly was full of blood. She had internal bleeding. I was convinced she wouldn't make it overnight. I would have euthanised her myself, but did not know how to do it without being sure I didn't make her suffer anymore, so we left her in a shoebox where it is dark, and waited for the internal bleeding to eventually put her to sleep and she would just stop breathing.
The next morning at 10. (this happened at 4 AM) I woke up to check, and she was still alive. the wound in her lung had scealed itself up, she was breathing better...
We took her to the emergency vet right away they did the exam, but they were honest with us, they could keep her and give her injectable antibiotics and watch her until she started eating, I knew she would have to be hand fed the rest of her life because of missing one eye. Even with the injections, there was a very little chance she would make it beyond the infection, seeing as it was in her lungs and abdomen.
After some time, I decided it best that we put her down.
They gave her the injection and brought her out to be with me while she went away. We then tooke her home, and buried her in the tulip garden.
She will be very, vey missed.
Goodbye to my friend
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