Okay, what’s happening?
"He’s- His blood’s like a grey, black and-"
"- He’s lost all his colour.
- Okay,"
I’m gonna take him straight out the back
and give him oxygen, you just,
"- Stay up here and- - Can I stay with him?"
"I’m- No, I’m gonna take him out and I’ll"
"come and talk to you when he’s stable."
I'm just going to mask this cat.
He looks like crap.
"Serena, can you just get an oxygen mask?"
Well, this cat is blue.
He's really not getting much oxygen around his body.
"Emergency vet Lisa Chimes is almost certain"
"the cat has swallowed human medication."
I think he’s had paracetamol toxicity, his gums, his-
Lips are all swollen.
Paracetamol causes damage to the red blood cells,
so that they can't carry oxygen around the body.
And when you can't carry oxygen around the body,
"you can't get oxygen to the brain, and you die."
In a cruel irony, the cat's name is Lucky.
There is an antidote for paracetamol poisoning,
but it’s effectiveness depends on how long the toxin
has been in Lucky’s system.
"Paracetamol can kill a cat within 4 hours,"
"so we really have to act quickly."
Baby, it’s okay.
Stop it!
At SASH,
"Lisa's under huge pressure to stabilise Lucky,"
"but the terrified cat is fighting her help."
"It’s alright sweetie, calm down."
"Lucky has paracetamol poisoning,"
and is just hanging on.
No.
Come on.
It’s alright, come on.
Hey kitty, hey kitty.
"We can’t give you antidote if you keep moving."
"- Come on.
- Stay still."
"Okay, just get that oxygen mask on."
"We’re stabilising him at the moment,"
and he looks pretty bad,
"but I have seen cats that are this bad get better,"
"so we're doing our best to pull him through this."
"Lisa needs to ask the owner, Wendy,"
"for permission to give Lucky the antidote."
We're not going to see the results straight away.
How long does it take?
"He could take several days to get better, and"
I can’t guarantee you that he’s going to recover from this.
"- Just do whatever it takes.
- He still might not get better."
Okay?
We’re-
"We're going to give him his best shot"
"and do absolutely everything we can, but"
I can't promise you anything.
"- Okay?
- Yeah."
Lucky’s been with us since he was two or three weeks old.
"He's like our own little baby, really."
You know, he's-
"We syringe fed him.
Got the photo."
He’s just like one of the family.
Our little baby.
I had no idea that a person could do that sort of thing,
you know, but-
"I know he certainly didn’t get it from us."
"- What’s happening?
- Just really shallow breathing."
And it did stop for a little bit.
"At SASH, Lisa is about to give Lucky an antidote,"
"for his lethal dose of paracetamol poisoning."
"Okay.
Can we get the crash cart?"
"Lucky’s just crashed, and it's happened before"
we’ve even had a chance to give him the antidote.
Is there a laryngoscope anywhere?
Yeah, he's just arrested.
The toxin has shut down Lucky’s system.
"His heart has stopped beating,"
"and he can no longer breathe on his own."
We’re giving the antidote while we’re doing CPR,
his chances aren’t very good, but we’ve gotta give
"everything we’ve got to get him home to Wendy."
"Sophia, do you wanna stop for one second,"
so I can see if we've got a-
"- Actually, there- - Oh, there’s some P waves."
Okay.
Be lucky, okay?
Lisa is administering more atropine and adrenaline,
"in a last desperate attempt to save Lucky."
Come on.
She loves him so much.
Wendy is convinced
someone deliberately gave Lucky the paracetamol.
You're pretty angry now.
You know, I'm very angry that
"people are that wicked out there, that"
they can kill little animals.
"They’re so helpless, you know?"
And he was so loving.
"It's like losing one of your children,"