We spoke to the vet who now thinks he had a degenerative ligament problem, and that this was likely to happen again, and the arthritis that he would be getting in his old age was now likely to come much sooner, in as little as 6 months. I know a lot on here would have kept on going, but with no insurance for him and having already shelled close to $3000 on the first 2 ops, we had to say farewell to George. The first op and the second op, the vet was saying that if we needed to we could surrender him to them and they would send him to a charity who would do the op and rehabilitation, but when his second leg happened, there was no mention of that, only tactfully asking if we wanted to consider saying goodbye.
poor George, i still feel guilty putting him through cage rest for 4 months, if I had only known. hindsight aye? He has been gone a month now, and I still miss him, especially at night, when he use to jump up onto my lap, the moment I sat down.
Bye Georgie, we miss you. I hope you like your spot in the garden.
ahhh happy memories. At least he had happy years. He was a dumped 2 week old kitten which my friend bottle fed. he was the only one from his litter to survive, and even then it was touch and go. He wasn't growing, she thought he had what his siblings had recently died of, and was going to take him to work that morning to put him down, but she saw a spark in his eye and thought, i'll give you another day, and what ever it was, he pulled out of it, and turned out to be bigger than a small dog. 