This is skeletor:
He's a 2 month old domestic grey tabby that I found 3 days ago and passed away 2 days ago. I suppose this should have been in the memorial section but I don't want to mourn him, I just want to share him with the world.
He was painfully emaciated and weak when I found him, but the vet had me fully convinced that I could nurse him back to health. All he diagnosed was the beginning of feline upper respiratory tract infection. Unfortunately, we were taking a nap the next day and when I woke up, he was on his side and gasping. 15 minutes later, another vet was trying to resuscitate him and all the medication I had given him the previous day spilled out from his *lungs*.
I find it very disturbing that my vet chatted away on his cell phone and did not even bother putting a stethoscope to my kitten's lungs to check him even though he was so obviously ill. Would it be so hard to detect pneumonia in my kitten if it was serious enough to kill him only 28 hours later?
Anyhow, skeletor was a beautiful, extremely loving cat. Purring was like a competitive sport to him. The more I pet him, the louder he had to purr... it was the principle of the thing for him. As weak as he was, nothing comforted him more than the warmth of a body and he would snuggle up to me at every given opportunity, his nose on my skin, with laboured breathing.
It's just sad that India is so callous that this poor kitten was roaming the streets before I found him which was only 32 hours before he was to die. And the vet probably assumed that I would not want to spend much on a total stray so he did not bother to check what the REAL problem was.
I want to share his beautiful eyes with the rest of the world, because he was not appreciated enough in the place he was born.
My poor, tired kitten.
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