Cameron was about 7
weeks old when I trapped him along with his mother
from the feral colony I was caring for. He is Caitlin and
Will's
younger brother.
Cameron is a fun loving kitten. He's full of energy and loves
to
play. He's also a cuddle bug. Cameron is shy at
first and
will need time to warm up in a new situation, but once he does he's
super affectionate and full of love. He will need lots of
toys
and would love to live with another cat close to his age. He
can
also live with mellow dogs. He has not been exposed to
children,
but I think he'll be fine with older children. He's
absolutely
gorgeous and will require occasional brushing to keep knots out of his
coat. He squirms for nail trims and ear cleanings,but is easy
to
control.
Cameron is neutered, fully vaccinated, dewormed, and has been treated
for fleas. He tested negative for FIV and FeLV. He
was
tested twice.
12/6/07: Tonight
when I
went to feed the cats last night, I found Cameron in the basement. He
was dead. He spent a lot of time in the basement so I never
really thought to check on him to see if he was okay. He must have
passed away early in the day. We are not sure what happened
and
are completely devastated. We took his
body to my vet for a necropsy. We should have a better
idea of what ended his short life tomorrow. We are
heartbroken.
He was very healthy and showed no signs of illness before
this so
we are very confused about what could have happened. I will
provide an update once I hear back from my vet.
12/8/07: Cameron
died of
a urinary blockage. I didn't see that coming at all.
I had
another cat that blocked but I caught on to the signs and we were able
to get him in and he had surgery to prevent blocking from happening
again. I have always prided myself on being vigilant in the
care
of these animals and I know that I failed Cameron. He
suffered
and I did not notice it at all. He was such a sweet,
affectionate
little boy and I just can't believe that I let this happen to him.
As a precaution, I am taking urine samples from all of the
cats
to the vet to be evaluated. I will NOT let this happen again.
To Cameron:
I am so
sorry. I took for granted that you were young and healthy.
When you peed in the living room you were trying to tell us
something was wrong, but since so many other cats pee in the same spot,
I would chastise you and send you downstairs to use the litter box.
I never caught on to your symptoms. When you hadn't
come up
from the basement in a couple of days I thought you were still upset
about getting your nails trimmed and ears cleaned. I would
have
done anything to save you if I had only opened my eyes to really see
what was happening. My heart is broken and I wish I could
take it
all back. I wish I could bring you back. This should have
never
happened. I love you with all my heart. You will
never be
forgotten.
2/5/08:
I miss you so
much Cammy. I think about you every day. I miss
your gentle
paw on my face, the gazing into my eyes, and the stinky breathed kisses
on my nose. I didn't mean to let you die alone on the cold
basement floor. I would do anything to bring you back to me.
I would have done anything to save you, if I only knew.
My
neighbor's cat just died from the same thing. By the time
they
called me over, their cat was already in a coma and even though I
rushed him to the vet, he had to be put down the next day.
His
kidney's were too far gone. It broke my heart. I
hope you
are at peace even though your life was too short. I can only
hope
that I extended your life the day I trapped you and your mom and
brought you in from the cold winter. I just wish you would
have
lived many more happy years. I love you and always will.
