Kitty HealthWatch ’09 May 7, 2009
Posted by Mitchell in Home.trackback
As near as I can tell she has stopped eating on her own entirely now. She only gets what I can feed her through the syringes and I’m not home enough during the day and I can only stay up so late at night. She moves very little on her own anymore. Tonight I found her in the exact same spot she was in when I left this morning. Oh I’m sure she wasn’t there the entire time, but still.
I fear that I’m losing her. The spark goes out a little bit more every day and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Comments
Sorry comments are closed for this entry
The Center of the Anomaly 
I’m sorry for you, Enas!
The Vet couldn’t diagnose?
Waiting on the culture sample McGoo.
I’m so sorry, Enas.
Cathy and I were talking about a situation like this via email a few weeks ago. This may be premature, (hope so), but here is what she wrote to me:
“I’ve had dogs most of my life. When they have gotten old and needed me to make that decision, it almost tore my heart out to let them go. When I think about it as a Christian, it makes it easier. God gives us all animals, domestic and wild, to “have dominion over them” which does not mean to dominate them, but to make decisions about their care and propagation.
So when our pets have served us as “friends” while enjoying the attention and love we have given them, and they are suffering in pain or illness, we can say “thank you for being my friend” and thank God for the opportunity to have a relationship with a creature He created, and then let them go.”
Damned shame Enas, I lost two cats last year, and I’ll probably have to put down the chocolate lab before winter. He still wants to be a puppy, like all labs do, but he’s got hip displasia and arthritis.
You have my sympathies.
My sympathies dude.
When Silver d’Cat went last summer, we knew it was near the end and we feared so much calling the vet because we didn’t want the little guy to be frightened – he hated vets passionately.
The vet knew this and came to our house and was so kind and gentle that he never got in the least bit excited and we were with him throughout. We should all go so kindly.
It is hard seeing ’em hurt when you can’t actually do anything personally other than be there for them as best you can.
Let’s hope the sample has some good news.
Thank you all for your kind words. I really appreciate it.
And I’m sorry for your loss cbullitt. I know how hard these things can be.
Any change today?
No not really. I called the new vet Friday after work to see if the culture test was in and it wasn’t quite ready. They got something growing but they don’t know what it is yet. I told her that the cat has stopped eating on her own and she told me that could be the result of the new medicine (wth???). Apparently it’s pretty strong and could mess with appetite. SO she had me stop for one day and then cut the rest of her pills in half and do that from now on. She didn’t eat anything out of her dish today and has been really uncooperative with her hand feeding today. She was REALLY pissy about getting her pill tonight too.
Silver d’Cat had to have a number of toes amputated (sorry if that’s close to home for you, buddy) and he had several long courses of antibiotics. He got pissy about it, too, after a while.
Several times a week I’d say to him “Look, you gotta take this, and if you bite me ONE MORE TIME I’m going to shove this pill up your butt, instead.”
You never saw such scowling on a Himalayan’s face.
I had a bit of a scare last night with the cat. I came home after dinner at my parental units’ place and couldn’t find her anywhere. After searching upstairs and downstairs several time I had became convinced that she found some dark little corner somewhere to die. Then all of a sudden boop! there she was. Lolcats play hide n seek a little too well ackshully.
The make a pill syringe these days to help with the pill popping. It works pretty good if you do it right. Not so great when the fleabag decides not to cooperate not no how, not no way.
Think “tazer”.