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September 8th 2011 14:31
Last time I wrote here, I had tears running down my face. And so, again.
Its been a busy week. Kman brought me a 'new' computer, not new at all, but new to me. Its actually younger than my last one, but has not been switched on or connected to the internet in about 8 years. So you can imagine the updates Ive had to install. She's still not perfect, despite the cool features she has that my others did not.
Early this week I noticed Rowdy off his feed. Rowdy is my daughter's cat - ever since she came along I have realized just why Rowdy chose me for his owner. We love each other, and are bonded, but its no where near as deep as my other animals. Well, he and little K were bonded that way - he's the only cat in the house that acknowledges her, cuddles her and smooches her. The look of joy and love on his face while she paws at him with sticky fingers is remarkable, and him being the most finiky of cats, always grooming. Still, he just blinks with adoration and lets her stroke him while she giggles her head off.
Rowdy is often off his food. As an animal owner for many years I can tell you, abnormal behaviour is the thing to look for. Missing a few meals is not abnormal for Rowd. He over-grooms, gets an upset tummy, throws up furballs and is then fine. This usually happens at the onset of warm weather. When he came out to eat on Tuesday, I figured everything was ok.
Yesterday I hadnt seen him all day and went looking for him. I realized, I hadnt seen him use the box in days. He, usually at the water dish first thing in the morning, had not been there for days.
And he refused my pats, moaned, and went into hiding.
Alarm bells went off. Rowd is an attention slut that never gives up pats. I made him a vet appiontment, fear clutching at me - his father died this time last year from chronic renal failure.
This afternoon, planning out my list of bottles, nappy changes, bringing in washing, setting up cat cage, getting ready for vet visit, I was feeding the horses.
Zayfir is swollen in the hollows above both eyes. He acts normal, not off his feed, but a little subdued. Like he has a headache. I rush in and do some googling. Previous head injury (which he's had) infection, blocked sinus, brain tumour...the causes are more than multiple. I do the usual (which Teshan was having twice daily a few weeks ago) temp, heart rate, breath rate, cap refill. His temp is a little high. I rug him, and know, if its the same in the morning, thats another vet visit.
Did I mention we had no money? I dont go back to work until the 1st of October. Until then, I got nothing in the bank.
Im wandering around inside thinking of how poisonous firweed is, and we really have to get rid of it even though its out of control because this could have caused Zayfir's problem. Im thinking if he has a serious problem and it could have been prevented, I .....Well. I just cant finish that sentence.
We take Rowd to the vet. The bill is an estimated $600 which may go up or down, depending on what the blood tests say. He has most of the symptoms of chronic renal failure.
Ive done some research about extending the lives of cats with the disease, and honestly, I dont think I could take it. They talk about how every day was a gift, that a few years were so wonderful. But knowing he's sick, seeing all the money drugs and food going out the door and knowing, all the time, he's not getting any better, knowing, any day, that this could be the day that he gets sicker and wont get better...
On a website devoted to this, the fella says, 'not to sound callous, but looking after a cat with CRF is not for everyone'
Bless you sir, Lord and Lady bless you. Im not saying I cant do it because I dont love him enough - I cant do it because I love him too much. I KNOW we would not have the money or the time to monitor him properly. Theres a good chance he could suffer. I cant stand it.
When we came home, with no Rowd, my beloved Niah threw up, and refused to eat. I sat and hugged my beautiful, precious, old, old Ze Ze for ages on the cat lounge. My perfect girl. 11 years and never an issue. My love, part of my heart.
How does it go? We dont know.....What will the blood test say? I cant know that, today....
Its been a busy week. Kman brought me a 'new' computer, not new at all, but new to me. Its actually younger than my last one, but has not been switched on or connected to the internet in about 8 years. So you can imagine the updates Ive had to install. She's still not perfect, despite the cool features she has that my others did not.
Early this week I noticed Rowdy off his feed. Rowdy is my daughter's cat - ever since she came along I have realized just why Rowdy chose me for his owner. We love each other, and are bonded, but its no where near as deep as my other animals. Well, he and little K were bonded that way - he's the only cat in the house that acknowledges her, cuddles her and smooches her. The look of joy and love on his face while she paws at him with sticky fingers is remarkable, and him being the most finiky of cats, always grooming. Still, he just blinks with adoration and lets her stroke him while she giggles her head off.
Rowdy is often off his food. As an animal owner for many years I can tell you, abnormal behaviour is the thing to look for. Missing a few meals is not abnormal for Rowd. He over-grooms, gets an upset tummy, throws up furballs and is then fine. This usually happens at the onset of warm weather. When he came out to eat on Tuesday, I figured everything was ok.
Yesterday I hadnt seen him all day and went looking for him. I realized, I hadnt seen him use the box in days. He, usually at the water dish first thing in the morning, had not been there for days.
And he refused my pats, moaned, and went into hiding.
Alarm bells went off. Rowd is an attention slut that never gives up pats. I made him a vet appiontment, fear clutching at me - his father died this time last year from chronic renal failure.
This afternoon, planning out my list of bottles, nappy changes, bringing in washing, setting up cat cage, getting ready for vet visit, I was feeding the horses.
Zayfir is swollen in the hollows above both eyes. He acts normal, not off his feed, but a little subdued. Like he has a headache. I rush in and do some googling. Previous head injury (which he's had) infection, blocked sinus, brain tumour...the causes are more than multiple. I do the usual (which Teshan was having twice daily a few weeks ago) temp, heart rate, breath rate, cap refill. His temp is a little high. I rug him, and know, if its the same in the morning, thats another vet visit.
Did I mention we had no money? I dont go back to work until the 1st of October. Until then, I got nothing in the bank.
Im wandering around inside thinking of how poisonous firweed is, and we really have to get rid of it even though its out of control because this could have caused Zayfir's problem. Im thinking if he has a serious problem and it could have been prevented, I .....Well. I just cant finish that sentence.
We take Rowd to the vet. The bill is an estimated $600 which may go up or down, depending on what the blood tests say. He has most of the symptoms of chronic renal failure.
Ive done some research about extending the lives of cats with the disease, and honestly, I dont think I could take it. They talk about how every day was a gift, that a few years were so wonderful. But knowing he's sick, seeing all the money drugs and food going out the door and knowing, all the time, he's not getting any better, knowing, any day, that this could be the day that he gets sicker and wont get better...
On a website devoted to this, the fella says, 'not to sound callous, but looking after a cat with CRF is not for everyone'
Bless you sir, Lord and Lady bless you. Im not saying I cant do it because I dont love him enough - I cant do it because I love him too much. I KNOW we would not have the money or the time to monitor him properly. Theres a good chance he could suffer. I cant stand it.
When we came home, with no Rowd, my beloved Niah threw up, and refused to eat. I sat and hugged my beautiful, precious, old, old Ze Ze for ages on the cat lounge. My perfect girl. 11 years and never an issue. My love, part of my heart.
How does it go? We dont know.....What will the blood test say? I cant know that, today....
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