foxglove dead

i used hartz ultra guard on my 14 year old cat, foxglove topaz decker. i’ve used it before and noticed her acting a little lethargic. this time fleas were really bad so i used more than previously. i sprayed her on tuesday night. i called her in the next morning . she didn’t come. not even when i banged the cat tin lid.  i went out and called her. she answered so i went and carried her in.  she ignored her wet food . that’s when i knew something was wrong. i sat with her and brushed her, knowing she loved that.  i checked on her a little later. she was drooling. i took her straight to the shower to wash her off . her head was kind of lolling while i washed her. suddenly she started meowing and her arms and legs stretched out stiffly.  i petted and talked to her while drying her off. she relaxed and her heart was in tachycardia. then it stopped. she curled up, stiff as a board. my heart wanted to stop.  she was born on my bed and died in my arms. i wish i had known of this site earlier.  my other cat, motoko, gets pissed when i use it on her. i never will again. i hate the mother effers at hartz. make the public aware.  please and thanks.

tom decker

7 thoughts on “foxglove dead”

  1. I’m very sorry for your loss, I have felt it 3 times in my life, all due to Hartz. E-mail them and let them know what their products have done. I hope for a long, happy life for your other pets.

  2. Sorry for your loss. I lost my cat three months ago because of Sergeants Flea and Tick product. God be with you during this very difficult time.

  3. foxglove topaz decker 03/31/1997-07/13/2011

    my cat, foxglove, was a beautiful 7 pound long haired butterscotch kitty. she had bright inquisitive eyes, always curious. who knew that a little yellow cat could have taken such a large part of my life? my lap is so empty now.
    foxglove always had a purr for me. she was my cat for over 14 years, ever since she was born on my bed, i still have that quilt. she was the happiest, friendliest cat i’ve ever met. there wasn’t a lap she didn’t love. she didn’t know what a stranger was. when she gave love it was whole heartedly. standing with her paws on my chest she would look me in the eye and then bonk me with her head. i still expect her to climb on my shoulder or “help” me type. i’ll always see her sitting on the porch rail, waiting to greet me. the sound of a tin being opened brought her running, from inside the house or out in the yard. she still bounced when she trotted, which she usually did instead of walk. she reminded me of pepe le pew. my fox was a sprightly old girl. she almost always came when i called. when it was nighttime and time to come in, that was a different story. she loved being outside. if she didn’t have to eat, she would have stayed out 24/7. she would sit out in the rain. she would even sit in the snow. i could usually find her lying just into the long grass, watching stuff and grooming herself. she would always come to see what i was working on in the garden, where she is now buried.
    fox was the dumbest kitten. the first time i tried to feed her a kitty treat, she almost took my finger off. a little biff and she learned for the most part. after a treat or two. she’d kind of lose her manners, though.for a tiny cat, she sure loved food. fox always let me know when it was breakfast time, running to her bowl and demanding her spoonful of canned food. she loved the cat fishing pole. she would jump two or three feet in the air, somersaulting and back flipping until she had to stop, exhausted. foxglove still chased the lace, even as an older cat. she became a great hunter. she was always bringing me surprises. foxglove ended up being my kitty by default. it took over a year to give all her brothers and sisters away. rocky, whitey. charlie brown, mocha, and foxglove. pandora was their mother. lechter was everyone’s “brother” he wasn’t so thrilled to have kittens around. i remember the exact moment i fell in love with her. she was still “the little one”, not “my little one.” she wasn’t yet a year old. she had gotten out during her first heat and did what cats do. after bringing her home from the vet, i could get my thumb and middle finger around her middle. she was so frail and little that i was afraid she might die. she was on my bed. i was petting her and worried. she looked at me and just started purring loudly. my heart just melted and i knew then and there that she was my kitty. she was my best girl for more than 14 years.
    it was funny when she learned to eat spaghetti. i dangled a noodle in front of her. she caught it at one end and gobbled it up to the other end. from then on that’s how she ate spaghetti, lady and the tramp style. always, she had to see what i was eating. she tried most things i had on my menu. she loved all sorts of vegetables, crunchy snacks, rice, all dairy products, and anything that had had a face. she would even come up and take bites out of any sandwich i was eating. she was always happy to help me finish my plate.
    we used to go on walks. we didn’t go far, just down the block to the vacant lot. she would explore. i would make sticks for her to hunt. we’d walk down there together, but sometimes it would take her a few extra hours to find her way home. one time she climbed into the mail van when it was parked in front of my place. after that i kind of worried that she might end up in abu dubai or someplace.
    she would talk to me, too. i would greet her, hey miss fox or how’s my fox and she would answer me. we would have whole conversations, she and i, never knowing what the hell the other was talking about. we just enjoyed each others’ company. sometimes she would sleep under my arm. when i’d wake up in the morning she would still be there.
    there were even times when she helped save my life. there were certain low points in my life when i may have been tempted to do something foolish. i just could not bear the thought of my “kids”, i’ve never had wives or children to dote on, going to the pound. i would just suck it up and love them another day. they would bring the only light into my life. i’ve lived with ten cats over the last 30 years, plus some kittens. foxglove was something special, though. i believe that most people have one animal with whom they have a special bond. fox was mine.
    but i killed my girlycat. hartz ultraguard was the murder weapon. she was still vibrant just right up until the end, jumping into my lap, rubbing my face, washing my beard a little. i didn’t really get to say goodbye, but at least the last thing she heard was fox, kitty kitty. she loved and trusted me completely and i doused her with a deadly flea poison. it should have been a no brainer. she was old and little. i called her in the next morning . she didn’t come, not even when i banged the cat tin lid. i went out and called her. she answered me, so i went and carried her in. she ignored her wet food . that’s when i knew something was wrong. i sat with her and brushed her, knowing she loved that. i checked on her a little later. she was drooling, her chin resting on her water dish. i took her straight to the shower to wash her off . her head was kind of lolling while i washed her. suddenly she started meowing and her arms and legs stretched out stiffly. i petted and talked to her while drying her off. she relaxed and her heart was in tachycardia. then it just stopped. she curled up, stiff as a board. my heart wanted to stop. she was born on my bed and died in my arms. now there is a huge, gaping foxglove sized hole in my life. now, all i know is that she will be… forever in my garden, forever in my heart. i miss you, fox. goodbye pretty girl.

    little things i loved about her: she would rub my legs, lay down and hug my feet. sitting on my shoulder sitting or walking. running into my room just to say hi. sitting on my chest all in my face. crazy for breakfast. taking treats from my mouth. loving everybody friend or stranger. learned what a point was. bringing me her trophys. bonking my face. staring me in the eyes. talking to me. laps and purrs, guarding my porch from bigger cats, sharing a sandwich with me, kneading me, needing me, nose kisses, even pooping in the middle of the yard,

    she would eat: peas, carrots, corn, all flavors of doritos, potato chips, broccoli, rice, sandwiches, cheesy poofs, cheezits, green beans, potatoes, fruit yogurt, cottage cheese, sour cream, spaghetti-eaten one end to the other, hummus, pretzels

  4. You seem like such a loving and devoted pet owner. That should never have happened to you and I’m so sorry. I feel like I know your little foxy too now.

  5. I am so sorry this happened. The story is making me cry and my heart breaks for fox. I am a very devoted pet owner with 3 ferrets and 2 baby kittens. I will NEVER use any of these products. I m going to the vet today to pick up some frontline and I now have a list of questions. We had a 9 week old kitten die in my husbands arms on july 9 because the home he came from was very neglectful and by the time we got him and took him to the vet he had worms and parasites so bad there was nothing they could do. Stuff like this just pisses me off. These r not animals they are family

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