squeekz1992
New Member
Pascal's recovery took a turn for the worst right after my last post yesterday, when I tried to give him his Tramadol and Calcium supplement (both supplied by the vet). I rushed him to the vet and they said it was hard to tell and that he was just stoned, and a little dehydrated.
I knew something was wrong though, because the meds came out his nose, and he stumbled right over to the vet. He is friendly but never to anyone but me. He started passing out. I even gave him a little shake because i thought he was dead. But when I picked him up he woke up and hissed, but wheezed. the vet gave him an antibiotic, which he never got the chance to take, it was already too late, I couldn't get him to eat or drink, and he licked me. Like a dog. I held him with me in a heating pad (with a towel set on low). He perked up and I got him to eat. He threw up not even 3 hours later.
I left him with my mom for the night, and she said she got him to drink and eat a little more, and he was sleeping so just leave him alone when I got home. She woke up and played nurse from 5 to 10, and I woke up and took over. He started smelling awful, and coughing, and he couldnt grip anything. I got my sister to babysit for an hour so I could go to the dr. I came home and he stumbled over to me, and kept gasping, but his colors brightened when I was holding him, and then he threw up again. He looked really skeletal, and shriveled, and it was hard on both of us. Then his jaw kept going slack, and he died. When I was holding him. I've been crying ever since, and I know it wasn't my fault but I feel guilty, or helpless idk.
I was too late and now I feel like idek....
I knew something was wrong though, because the meds came out his nose, and he stumbled right over to the vet. He is friendly but never to anyone but me. He started passing out. I even gave him a little shake because i thought he was dead. But when I picked him up he woke up and hissed, but wheezed. the vet gave him an antibiotic, which he never got the chance to take, it was already too late, I couldn't get him to eat or drink, and he licked me. Like a dog. I held him with me in a heating pad (with a towel set on low). He perked up and I got him to eat. He threw up not even 3 hours later.
I left him with my mom for the night, and she said she got him to drink and eat a little more, and he was sleeping so just leave him alone when I got home. She woke up and played nurse from 5 to 10, and I woke up and took over. He started smelling awful, and coughing, and he couldnt grip anything. I got my sister to babysit for an hour so I could go to the dr. I came home and he stumbled over to me, and kept gasping, but his colors brightened when I was holding him, and then he threw up again. He looked really skeletal, and shriveled, and it was hard on both of us. Then his jaw kept going slack, and he died. When I was holding him. I've been crying ever since, and I know it wasn't my fault but I feel guilty, or helpless idk.
I was too late and now I feel like idek....
rest in peace pascal. 
