Okay, on Feb 28, I took my cat Lila to the dentist, where she had 3 teeth pulled. They were rotting, and were going to cause a LOT more problems if we’d left them alone. I didn’t realize that pulling them would cause worse troubles for her. (Not-pulling them wasn’t really an option…but looking back, I would have just left the teeth alone for a while. But I didn’t know what was to come.)
The pain of Lila’s dental extractions (even with the pain killers she was taking) meant that my cat wasn’t eating on her own. She was drinking, but only cold water, that I would assume was soothing on her teeth and gums. And since we have a second cat (Holly), we (my wife and I) didn’t realize that Lila wasn’t eating AT ALL. It was a form of PTSD, where she was still living as if her mouth was killing her, even after it had healed up.
We had company come for a week at this point. This forced us to move the cat dishes (due to one of the kids visiting being allergic to cats). This probably didn’t help Lila any, because she’s a cat that really needs routine. Messing it up probably just increased her stress, and made her want to eat even less.
Our cats have always been somewhat hands-off. They were feral initially, having come from a hoarding situation where something like 39 cats and over 100 animals were taken from the property. Lila was given to us for free from the Middleburg VA Humane Society, because she was pals with our other cat Holly. Lila was very stand-offish, and not terribly friendly, but she was (and is) very pretty. She’s a munchkin, meaning she has short legs; and she’s polydactyl, meaning she has 7 toes on her feet. Also, she’s probably Siamese with lynx-points, and it makes her a favorite of the vets when we take her in for checkups.
When company left, and we had some time to really look at Lila, she was a little lethargic, and her balance was drunky. So, we took her back to the vet, had her checked out, had bloodwork done, and it came back ok, with no infection. They basically said to watch her closely, try some more things, but didn’t really state that she was in a dangerous state. So, I relaxed, and watched her some more.
So, another week goes by, and although her balance was slightly better, and she’s even less energetic. We take her back into the vet, more checks, and we see she’s down a pound from last February. We started trying to feed her kitten food (which is a lot fattier), wet food, wet treats, tuna, gravy food, high-calorie energy gel for cats, just about anything we could find that hopefully she would like. Nothing worked.
Finally, last Friday, I woke up sick at 4am, and called into work. But I noticed that Lila was even sicker, and wasn’t very energetic at all, sleeping with her nose down, exhausted. I called the competing veterinarian in town, one that focuses on cats only, and got an appointment.
After checking her out, they immediately checked her liver and found some of her liver enzymes were really high, a bad sign. Basically, she was getting fatty liver, and she needed help right away. They recommended I take her immediately to the local pet hospital for an ultrasound, right after pumping her up with some fluids first.
Thankfully the ultrasound said that her other organs weren’t in too terrible of shape. The hospital started her on more fluids, and checked to see if her blood was clotting enough to place a feeding tube into her neck, connecting to her esophagus. After a night in the hospital, they determined it was alright, so a tube was placed, where liquid food and meds are pumped into her throat, and she can finally start to regain her strength. The hopeful outcome is that Lila’s stomach will start telling her to eat, and she’ll just start eating on her own, allowing us to get the feeding tube removed, and returning her to normal.
The problem now is that we have to separate our cats in different parts of the house. This is to monitor the input and output of Lila, making sure she’s doing alright. Since the cats were joined at the hip to begin with, it’s been tough. But it’s gotta be done, and we’ll get through it.
Wish us luck. Everyone says that this should last 2-6 weeks, so hopefully it’s just 2.
So, my routine now is waking up at 5am with my wife, getting
So, my weekend started with me being sick on Friday. Stomach, bleah, nuff said. I noticed that my cat, who hasn’t been doing well since she had 3 teeth pulled on Feb 28, was really weak.
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I QUIT!
Well, for the most part. Until I get bored and decide to blog again.
Yup, Bugloaf is done for the time being. I can’t justify the hobby these days, and there are tons of sites out there that offer the same content, and more, in-case I ever thought this was ever going to be a paying gig.
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So, that’s that. I hope you have a happy 4th of July!
Regards,
Aaron
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