Anyways, I went to visit her this morning. She had started to eat a little bit last night and it continued today as well. That's a very good sign! Of course it's a small step, but one in the right direction.
A lot of the not knowing how she got sick is hard on us. What can we do to make sure it doesn't happen again? How much more of a diet change must we do? Was it something with her diet or ??? I guess as we go along, and more discussion with the vet(s) involved, hopefully we come up with some solutions.
I rushed around this morning, getting my daily things done before I left, and had a shower before my visit (compared to before work). Ha ha! I bet she would prefer her stinky daddy, I should have brought her some work socks to nuzzle in (yes she loves my socks after a hot stank work shift). The wait to see her was killing me. It wasn't much more than 3 or 4 minutes out front but I was nervous as hell, getting all antsy, and not knowing what she was going to look like or how she was going to act.
One of the vet techs brought me to an exam room, I paced the small floor area as I waited. The door opened, and there was Meadow all wrapped up in a towel. It seems Meadow does not like the humans she's been spending time with and in the last day has not had any problems letting them know they were all a bunch of assholes. Meow! Hissssssssssss! Snarl!
I talked to the tech girl briefly, just a few questions, and she told me what she saw of Meadow, etc. And then she left us in the room.
Meadow sat on the table, looked around, sniffed, and was skittish of the noises outside in the hall. She moved about, checking things on the wall, and then finally calmed down, nuzzling into my arms that I stretched out to her. It took no time for the purr motor to start, something I have not heard since early Saturday morning. And then the head butts came on strong. We spent the next half hour just chilling out together, I patted her steadily, picked the dried crap out of her neck fur from our force feeds and she happily took in all the grooming I gave her, pulling on her fur to get that dried laxatone off. Once I stopped, she rested her head on my forearm, kept purring and enjoyed our time together. I spoke to her, telling her she's the best girl in the world, and she's coming home very soon. Very soon may be this evening.
I made the attempt to get a photo of us for a brief moment... but it certainly was more important to be in that moment than worrying about a photograph.
Meadow looked really good. "Brighter" as they've been telling us at the clinic. And indeed more lively than she has been in what seems like a long time even though it's only been since Friday.
I can't wait for her to come home, and of course neither can Angie.
I didn't want to leave her but how long until they needed that room? It was getting busy in the hallway and it was stirring Meadow up again. So a few more minutes and then I called for them to come get her. Meadow wasn't liking that idea and looked more confused than pissed off. "What? Daddy, you said I was coming home soon!"
She may be coming home with the IV on her for one more night, and then I am to bring her in tomorrow for them to remove it. But we shall see what the rest of today brings...
Thanks for checking in!
I hope she is back to her old self soon. It is terrible when they get sick, you feel so helpless. At least you have a vet that cares. Almost two years ago. Our cat got sick. She was to be spayed at the Animal Services Clinic. I called and told them that she was sick and I had a vet appointment at ten. They told me not to worry to bring her in. When I get there the Dr looked at her eyes and smelled her breath. She said there was no help for her. It would cause thousands of dollars to find out she will not make it. She totally convinced me to euthanize her to stop the suffering. So stupid me I listened. They put her to sleep. I went back to get my other cat which came home with the same illness. I took him to the vet and he was given pills and he was fine. I asked the vet about the other one and he told me she would have been fine with an IV drip put on her. I do miss her head butts though. Everyday. If only I could go back to that day and change things. Meadow reminds me much of Big Country. All my prayers go out to her.
ReplyDeleteThe picture of you with her brings tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteLisa- I'm very sorry you had to go through that. :(
ReplyDeleteHey Rob & Angie - As I read the part of your blog describing her dislike of the humans at the clinic I immediately thought that it was a good sign in itself. I don't know if you've heard the wives tale about someone who is sick and not themselves and maybe in the hospital, "if they're starting to complain about things again, it must mean they're feeling better". Your blog brought tears to my eyes. A mix of sad and happy tears. Sending good vibes from my two girls Montana and Phoenix "Meow-well Meadow".
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