Psipsina Dina's Save a Pet Life
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This is long-winded since I am thinking of my baby Psipsina. Read to the end.
In April 2002 I went to the Animal Care and Control shelter in Spanish Harlem in New York City to pick up a cat, years after I lost my sand-colored boy cat Frigi. I wanted a calico, a mix of white, orange tiger and black colors. I saw a pretty calico kitten and picked her up. Minutes later I saw another calico kitten with a light pink nose. I picked the second one, and will always wonder if someone adopted the first one. In any case, I named the mite-infected little one PsiPsina.
I eventually added more names; one was not good enough for her. My father liked Melina, after a Greek actress. her full name ended up being PsiPsina Melina Constantina (Dina) Regina Gina Potato Pizza. Potato came form her round shape; she weighed about 10 pounds her whole life.
She was a snob diva, but loved my mother and me; she had a warm heart. In 2013, she started losing a little weight. I could not afford all the tests. Her ear for years was infected with mites. I bought medicine but could not afford the procedure to suck them out. I will forever feel guilty I did not turn to GoFundMe for that or for better veterinary care. I did what I could at the new office of her veterinarian. After he retired, I stayed with Bellerose Animal Hopistal. After $2000 spending on Care Credit (that I was told about oo late), they cured her hyperthyroidism but nothing else. They wanted a second abdominal ultrasound after a first one showed nothing, but did not tel lme why. I bought special food to have her gain weight. [I am having the state invstigate this hospital. If anyone knows about lawyers dealing with pet cases, let me know.]
By June 2016, she was below six pounds. her beautiful turqoise eyes shown as brightly as ever. She will always be my first daughter. The hospital closed all of July 4th weekend, and I had been told to wait for her to gain weight. I went to a barbecue on Sunday. On Monday she was mostly hiding, and I found out the hard way that's what pets do when they are ready to die.
For two years prior to this, she was eating and getting rid of food by diarrhea. The last weekend, she could not control her bowels. By th etime I picked her up, I saw she was limp. I took her to a 24-hour pet hsopital. they wanted $1000 for CPR. That was all that was on my Care Credit. The veterinarian motioned that she may not make it for hours or days anyway and I thought she would be in pain with painkiller and CPR.
I will forever feel guilty I did not leave Bellerose Hopsital when I saw they were overpriced and doing nothing or did not take her for more tests at Humane Society. She lived to be 14 years and three months old and passed on July 4th. I never liked that holiday; maybe I had a premonition something bad would happen that day. I never obtained a necropsy.
The veterinarians at Bellerose did not explain why some procedures are needed. For instance, they asked for me to get her a heart ultrasound for $700 in October 2015, when others charge $175 - $475, but did not tell me that hyperthyroidism complicates the heart and stroke can result. I am not sure what happened with Psipsina Dina, or if she would have lived longer had I gotten her more care.
I do know that, throughout all of the ups and downs the past years: losing family members, losing frenemies, being in a Ph.D. program, dating idiots, landlord court, having anxiety and more, she was there. Her beauty and love were a rock.
In 2012 I temporarily had a guinea pig, Arnoldo, that I picked up from I think a Homeless person becuse I felt bad for him. He has another owner now. PsiPsina was annoyed and punched him once. She was spunky. the last months of her life I picked up a homeless little grey kitten Alexis, who played with and annoyed PsiPsina, jumping over her head once a few days before PsiPsina passed. Psipsina hissed and scratched her a few times. She was a diva. But she endured them.
What I knew may be her last days, I was sure to call her and spend time with her more than with Alexis. She had stunk up the house with her diarrhea overflowing the litter box. Part of me wanted her to go. Iwillalways feel guilty. I even told her days before she passed that I didn't like petting her skeletal body and could not take the poop any more, or the fllies it had attraced. Yet I cried for her more than I cried for my mother, whom Iost a year earlier. Psipsina never said anything bad to me. (Then again, she could not talk.)
Her last days, she waited for me by the door like a dog when I returned home. I wondered if she wanted to go to the hospital. I remember the last time she purred and the last day I held her by the window to see what I knew would be her last rain. She awoke me by my head in the mornig for food since she was eating and wasting away at the same time.
I wish I would have gone to GoFundMe earlier to gather money for her. Maybe she would have lived longer, maybe not.
So I thought of setting up this GoFundMe, my first one, to gather money to give to a shelter to take care of animals that have the flu or are sick so they won't be killed. I may pick the one I got PsiPsina from. I will research this. that way, PsinPsina would not have "died in vain."
In April 2002 I went to the Animal Care and Control shelter in Spanish Harlem in New York City to pick up a cat, years after I lost my sand-colored boy cat Frigi. I wanted a calico, a mix of white, orange tiger and black colors. I saw a pretty calico kitten and picked her up. Minutes later I saw another calico kitten with a light pink nose. I picked the second one, and will always wonder if someone adopted the first one. In any case, I named the mite-infected little one PsiPsina.
I eventually added more names; one was not good enough for her. My father liked Melina, after a Greek actress. her full name ended up being PsiPsina Melina Constantina (Dina) Regina Gina Potato Pizza. Potato came form her round shape; she weighed about 10 pounds her whole life.
She was a snob diva, but loved my mother and me; she had a warm heart. In 2013, she started losing a little weight. I could not afford all the tests. Her ear for years was infected with mites. I bought medicine but could not afford the procedure to suck them out. I will forever feel guilty I did not turn to GoFundMe for that or for better veterinary care. I did what I could at the new office of her veterinarian. After he retired, I stayed with Bellerose Animal Hopistal. After $2000 spending on Care Credit (that I was told about oo late), they cured her hyperthyroidism but nothing else. They wanted a second abdominal ultrasound after a first one showed nothing, but did not tel lme why. I bought special food to have her gain weight. [I am having the state invstigate this hospital. If anyone knows about lawyers dealing with pet cases, let me know.]
By June 2016, she was below six pounds. her beautiful turqoise eyes shown as brightly as ever. She will always be my first daughter. The hospital closed all of July 4th weekend, and I had been told to wait for her to gain weight. I went to a barbecue on Sunday. On Monday she was mostly hiding, and I found out the hard way that's what pets do when they are ready to die.
For two years prior to this, she was eating and getting rid of food by diarrhea. The last weekend, she could not control her bowels. By th etime I picked her up, I saw she was limp. I took her to a 24-hour pet hsopital. they wanted $1000 for CPR. That was all that was on my Care Credit. The veterinarian motioned that she may not make it for hours or days anyway and I thought she would be in pain with painkiller and CPR.
I will forever feel guilty I did not leave Bellerose Hopsital when I saw they were overpriced and doing nothing or did not take her for more tests at Humane Society. She lived to be 14 years and three months old and passed on July 4th. I never liked that holiday; maybe I had a premonition something bad would happen that day. I never obtained a necropsy.
The veterinarians at Bellerose did not explain why some procedures are needed. For instance, they asked for me to get her a heart ultrasound for $700 in October 2015, when others charge $175 - $475, but did not tell me that hyperthyroidism complicates the heart and stroke can result. I am not sure what happened with Psipsina Dina, or if she would have lived longer had I gotten her more care.
I do know that, throughout all of the ups and downs the past years: losing family members, losing frenemies, being in a Ph.D. program, dating idiots, landlord court, having anxiety and more, she was there. Her beauty and love were a rock.
In 2012 I temporarily had a guinea pig, Arnoldo, that I picked up from I think a Homeless person becuse I felt bad for him. He has another owner now. PsiPsina was annoyed and punched him once. She was spunky. the last months of her life I picked up a homeless little grey kitten Alexis, who played with and annoyed PsiPsina, jumping over her head once a few days before PsiPsina passed. Psipsina hissed and scratched her a few times. She was a diva. But she endured them.
What I knew may be her last days, I was sure to call her and spend time with her more than with Alexis. She had stunk up the house with her diarrhea overflowing the litter box. Part of me wanted her to go. Iwillalways feel guilty. I even told her days before she passed that I didn't like petting her skeletal body and could not take the poop any more, or the fllies it had attraced. Yet I cried for her more than I cried for my mother, whom Iost a year earlier. Psipsina never said anything bad to me. (Then again, she could not talk.)
Her last days, she waited for me by the door like a dog when I returned home. I wondered if she wanted to go to the hospital. I remember the last time she purred and the last day I held her by the window to see what I knew would be her last rain. She awoke me by my head in the mornig for food since she was eating and wasting away at the same time.
I wish I would have gone to GoFundMe earlier to gather money for her. Maybe she would have lived longer, maybe not.
So I thought of setting up this GoFundMe, my first one, to gather money to give to a shelter to take care of animals that have the flu or are sick so they won't be killed. I may pick the one I got PsiPsina from. I will research this. that way, PsinPsina would not have "died in vain."
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Louiza Patsis
Organizer
Jamaica, NY
