Wow, I did not think that I would be writing this today….but here it is:
Yesterday, Ivan wasn’t feeling so good, so we brought him to the vet around 9:30pm. We learned that he was suffering from a bladder disease (and potentially the early stages of kidney failure), which was causing him some discomfort. They were able to treat him with pain medicine and a catheter, and the vet was very confident that he was going to be fine and we’d be able to take him home in a day or two, after he’d gotten some extra fluids and they made sure he was in good shape.
But this morning at 7:00am, the vet called to tell us that, even though Ivan had seemed to be making progress, he was starting to suddenly go downhill, with low blood pressure and low blood sugar. The vet thought that he might be suffering from sepsis developed from a UTI that entered his blood stream after a possible partial bladder rupture. They ordered an ultrasound to check for a rupture and rule out sepsis as being the cause for his low BP, and she said that she’d call back once they did the ultrasound.
About 20 minutes later, the vet called and told us that, while waiting for the test, Ivan had started to have trouble breathing…and then his heart stopped. They did CPR for 4 minutes, but ultimately they weren’t able to save him.
We got Ivan about a year and a half ago from a shelter, when he was only 2 years old. He’d been rescued from the Blizzard Nemo and had clearly suffered some abuse at his former home. He was often sweet and cuddly, but was also a very disagreeable cat…I suffered hundreds of bites and multiple attacks from him. We spent a full year doing tons of research and absolutely everything we could to rehabilitate him and turn him into the loving, sweet kitty we knew he could be. At one point last winter, we even considered putting him down after he attacked my neck, but decided to try to work through it instead.
After being put on Prozac and going with our gut feeling and getting him a kitten playmate, he completely turned a corner. Once a moody and sometimes vicious cat, Ivan became exactly who we hoped he could become. He took to our new kitten Ellie like he’d been waiting for her his whole life. We were worried that introducing a new animal into his territory would be a huge mistake…but it was the best thing we ever could’ve done for him. They were best friends, even if only for the few months that they were able to know each other. Cuddling and bathing each other daily, Ellie never left Ivan’s side. Ivan looked after her like a proud older brother, and would even walk around the house meowing for her if he couldn’t find her.
Even though Ivan wasn’t always the “best cat ever,” Brent and I both loved him more than we could ever say. He was constantly attached at my hip, sleeping next to me in bed every night, and it was clear from the second I first held him that he truly loved me back. And Brent probably spent 500 hundred hours just playing fetch with him in the morning before he left for work.
We are going to miss him so much. It’s sad to think that we only got to have him in our lives for such a short time, and that he was so young when he passed, but at the same time I am so happy that he was able to come live with us for that year and a half. We saved him and loved him, and we completely spoiled him rotten. We built him a scratching post, gave him more toys than I could even count, and always shared our tortilla chips with him.
We love you, buddy. To us, you WERE the best cat ever ❤