A Near Fatal Mistake
There is a sacredness in tears....They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love. ~Washington Irving
This story is no fun to tell and was certainly no fun to live through, however I want to share my tale to stop this situation from happening to another. What happened? I nearly killed my cat by mistake.
Accident or not, the results ended the same, with a near fatal blow to Storm, my cat a.k.a. Lady Fluffington. First let me explain, Storm is a three year old short hair weighing in around nine pounds. Our Labradors top the scales at around eighty to ninety pounds each. Clearly they are in the extra large category, while Storm falls in the small or extra small category.
Let me explain the details leading up to this near fatal error, if for anything else to give myself a little leeway. I have been sick off and on for nearly two months now. I've had everything from bronchitis to sinus infects to tonsillitis, very unlike me. For the past couple weeks, I was suffering from this really annoying cough. The kind that hits you out of nowhere and you can't stop coughing, especially in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I've been pretty sleep deprived. Last Tuesday, I woke up, from a not so good night sleep, very groggy and with a new surprise. I opened my eye, yes only one eye because the other was swollen and infected with conjunctivitis. Yes, in layman's terms, pink eye. Fortunately, I am now on the road to recovery, but not before I took Storm down with my sinking ship.
Continuing with the last Tuesday thought, I wanted to give the dogs and the cat their flea medication. The weather is breaking and I didn't want our pets to start off the summer with fleas and ticks. Knowing the dog flea medication is lethal to cats, I always give Storm her dose in the morning, along with the boys, and let her out for a walk about, keeping her away until the medication soaks up in Scooby and Seven.
A pretty solid plan. That is, if done correctly. I was half paying attention and took Storm outside and applied the flea medication to her neck. As I was doing so, I noted there seemed to be extra flea medication in the tube. At that moment, Storm jumped out of my hands, no doubt angry about the application and ran off. My gut was telling me something was wrong, so I grabbed the wrapper and read, For Extra Large Dogs over 55 pounds. Do Not Use On Cats. What? I messed up big time!
Actually, at first I thought I read it was for puppies under 55 pounds. I had to look again to see correctly, that's how out of it I was. Upon this realization, my heart began to race and pure panic settled in.
I took off after Storm. I didn't want her to get too far in the woods or I would never see her again. Naturally, she didn't want held, so she sent me on a chase through thorn bushes, down into a creek and into my uncles field before I tackled her.
Running as fast as I could, I darted back to the house and nearly threw her in the sink and instinctively ran water over her fur, specifically the area with the flea and tick treatment. Using Dawn dish soap, I began to scrub a very confused and stressed cat. Trying to avoid her angry claws against my soft wet skin, I did the best I could before wrapping her in a towel and jumping on the computer.
Advantage II is made by Bayer. I looked up the company and called their pet line. Yes, they actually have a pet emergency line, obviously for careless individuals like myself. Jessica administered to my call. She was so sincere and helpful even at the point when my sobs caught up to me, and the tears were uncontrollable. I felt horrible! The entire time, Storm is soaking wet in my arms, ticked off. I didn't want to let her out of my sight until I knew she was safe.
The time frame, from applying the drug till I was able to give Storm her first bath was almost an hour.
Jessica instructed me to...
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