My cat was a rescued stray black and white saddleback patterned kitten of barely five weeks of age. When I got him he was fighting an absess at his throat from claw punctures and starving. He wasn’t able to meow or even purr. The absess was beginning to go septic. I was able to save him from this. I ne ver so enjoyed a purr before his first after he became able to.
Zekee was just past his year birthday by two months. Because he was an indoor/outdoor cat I didn’t want him to be dealing with fleas.
I used a Harts flea and tick control cartrige for one application for a cat under five pounds in the afternoon; two or three p.m. By midnight he began having shaking, tremors/lower body seizures? By three a.m. he developed dark tears, and it seemed that his eyesight was not as good. Then he slept for awhile. Just when I was going to take him to the vet, Zekee started drinking water and eating again. He looked like he’d made it through. He stayed inside and rested; I thought this was good for him. Then he developed diarhea. I came home yesterday from work. And when Zekee didn’t meet me as usual, I hunted all over for him calling him. He came out of hiding. Zekee coundn’t walk without trying to fall over and I don’t think he could even see. But even so, he tried so hard to come to my voice. He tried so hard because he loved me and needed help like before. Zekee was shivering and I wrapped him in a towel and he collapsed into my arms; he tried to purr.
In the early morning hours, he gave me one last pitiful meow in pain and then suffered in agony quietly. By morning he couldn’t lift his head or respond. He was dying very slowly; painfully. His tears were brown. I’ve never seen the like before. I couldn’t stand watching him suffer any longer. I stopped his breathing. He gave up without much fight, he was so weak. I pray he understood that I did it out of love for him, not to betray or hurt him more.
Of course I feel responsible for what happened to him; it’s got to be the worst way to die, because of the one person you have come to trust for your well being. Zekee and I have been utterly betrayed by the Hartz company. And the utter irony in this story of Zekees’ death is that the medicine never got rid of Zekees’ fleas. So, Zekee died in the most horrible of ways for absolutely no good reason because the medicine served to kill the host not the pests. Zekee did not deserve this kind of death; he never did anything but, be greatful for his home and the love he had.
I’m done using Hartz products and those who are affiliated with them. I will not recommend them to anyone. I will never forget the harm they’ve done me and my family.