Odin was just over 2 years old. He had been blind...

Odin was just over 2 years old. He had been blind from an eye infection since he was only a month old, and he had seizures. We had taken him to a couple of different vets to see what could be causing them, and although he was on prescription medication they still happened. The first vet ran a lot of blood tests and said the only other thing to do would be get an MRI, but she did not know where. The second vet just said that the only thing to do was try to control his seizures with medication.

Late Sunday evening we noticed Odin was having some trouble moving around. He kept tripping over things, and acting like he normally does when he has a seizure. We thought it would be normal, so we made him comfortable and kept an eye on him. By Monday morning he could not take a step without falling over. His normal vet was closed for Labor Day, and their answering machine said we should call the Animal Emergency Clinic of Northwest Arkansas. So, we did, we took Odin in at 8 Monday morning, and they immediately took him from us, talked to us for a few minutes about epilepsy in cats, and talked briefly about where we might get an MRI for him, and then asked us for 650 dollars to run blood tests and watch him. He had blood test done before, but we hoped that they could find out what was wrong. So we broke out the credit card, paid, then went home to get his medicine. When we came back around 10 we were told that his blood-work had all come back fine, but they wanted to keep him under observation until we could take him to his normal vet the next day. They would call us if anything changed, but no news is good news from them.

I called around 5 and was told he was fine, resting comfortably.

I called about 10, just before we went to bed, knowing we would need to be up at 5 to pick him up and take him to the All Cats Clinic. I was told he could not stand up, and that they were turning him every couple of hours. I admit, I started crying. I asked what the chances were that when we took him to his vet in the morning, they would suggest we put him to sleep. I was told that they did not like to make that call, and we should get a second opinion. I said we had been looking into MRIs and found one about 3 hours away, did they think it would do any good. I was told that it might do some good, if Odin lasted that long. I should have gone and gotten my furry friend then. But no, they are doctors, they will call me if something happens. I cried some more and finally fell asleep.

I was awoken at 2:30 by a call from the doctor Odin had suffered a massive seizure a couple of hours earlier and just died. They tried CPR, but it did not work. My husband and I got up, got dressed and went to get him. We did get a refund of 105 dollars, though I noticed they charged us 10 dollars just for giving him his tuna flavored medicine that we brought him from home. We collected Odin s body and left. I did not realized until halfway home that they kept his 2 new bottles of medication. I know he will not need it anymore, but it would have been nice to bury it with him, it was his.

No news is good news? You mean, not calling me when my cat was dying. Letting him die in a tiny cage, away from home, and away from the people who love him? Is that what you mean? I have to find a new vet. I will not go back to this veterinary ER, and I need someone who has people on call in case one of my other furry family members has an emergency. I did not get to say goodbye to my best friend for the last 2 years. I did not get to hold him and lie to him and tell him it would be ok, I did not get to help ease his passing because these people did not tell me what was going on or let me know that he was dying.

You did not kill my cat, I understand that. You also did not tell me he was too far gone, you did not keep me informed. Even when I called to check, you did not tell me what was happening. I hate you, and I miss my Odin.