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Parents:
Unknown x Unknown
From: HSCA
Status:
Deceased--November 4th, 2004 at 3:27 pm--companion only
Health:
Ytterboe had fairly good health for a two and a half year old for
about two months except for an infestation of lice that he got from
the shelter. He was treated for a respiratory infection in
October that didn't quite go away. Radiographs were taken and
Ytt was diagnosed with cancer. He lost an incredible amount of
weight despite efforts that were taken and was euthanized to end his
evident suffering.
Temperament:
A chubby boy, Ytterboe, was a cuddle-boy who loved to eat. He
had an attraction to socks and didn't mind trying to attack socks
even when they were on feet.
His Story:
Ytterboe and his brother Kittlesby were once known by different
names. They were two year olds that had been surrendered to
the human society I worked at in December of 2003 as Yves and St. Laurent.
When I started to work in the summer again I found them there with
their time rapidly dwindling. They had been on the adoption
floor for almost eight months and had lice (an automatic euthanasia
for small critters at my shelter). So instead of letting them
die I decided to adopt them and give them a good home, because no
one should have to die on the adoption floor of the shelter.
I named them Ytterboe and
Kittlesby after two of my dorms that have the nicknames Ytt and Kitt.
I thought it fit them because they looked so similar that rhyming
names seemed fitting.
The two brothers enjoyed
doing everything together. They loved their big new cage and
being free of lice and the shelter. They grew quite a bit
chubbier from getting more then 4 lab blocks a day. Ytterboe
grew to about 650 grams.
In October I noticed that
he was breathing quite hard so I brought him in to the vet and got
him meds for respiratory infections. The medication seemed to
help for a while but not much. I brought him back in and we
had a radiograph done. Ytterboe had a bunch of small masses in
his lungs and he was loosing weight. I was giving him
subcutaneous injections for dehydration and feeding him canned A/D
to keep up his strength. We had weekly weight checks at the
vet as well. Eventually Ytterboe made it clear that he no
longer wanted medical attention and would even shy away from
people. It was heart breaking so I did the last kindness I
could give him.
Even in the short time he
was with me he touched my heart.
The Many Faces
of Ytterboe
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