The advantage with living closely is that problems are noticed fairly early. Vet assured me that we'd brought Moby in well in time. Bloodwork done, enema given - I could hear his vocalizations distinctly, fluids - teaching me how to do this at home, done. The last was... problematic. But Moby is up against Nurse, Nurse will prevail. But poop came out, fluid went in under his skin, and now he's back on the heating pad, with a waterproof pad between him and it. Put a little bag balm on his butt, he was past caring.
"Whatever, everyone's been in my butt today."
Vet tech his new buddy, though.
He's getting older, kidneys and liver not at 100%, a bit anemic. And he's a fussy eater, we've tried every wet food over the years, to little use. He turns up his nose at it. Only the canned chicken has any enduring appeal. Trying to put him on any kind of diet is doomed to failure.
We figure the onset of winter and D's new schedule upset his tummy, he vomited, didn't want to drink water, got dehydrated and constipated, and a positive feedback loop developed.
Only a small shitstorm so far, but then I have very large versions of it to compare, so this wasn't nearly as bad.
Trees are down, sky is open, neighbor is very happy about this.
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So sorry to hear the bad news about puss-cat. My heart goes out to you, having been through it too often myself.
Yes, so sorry to hear about poor old Mobes. But it sounds like you got in promptly and did the right thing, and 13 really isn't old for a cat. Wishing him a good recovery in all the warm places!
Thinking of you Moby old chap. Thinking of you, Z and D too.
Love Susan.
Bless his heart! Keep on going, Moby, with your tail straight up. (A good sign a cat is well and satisfied.)
Keep your spirits up, too, Z and D.
Tom,
We are doing what we can without wanting to stress him out too much.
Lucy,
It is old for him, that comment hurts.
Susan,
We are worried that although some came out, it wasn't that much.
Crow,
Trying.
is it wrong if this part : "Whatever, everyone's been in my butt today." made me laugh?
anyway, good luck to you, and good luck to moby.
and nurse always does prevail.
Hang in.
All the best wishes to you, Moby, and to those who love you, possibly now including Eleanor.
Poor little pumpkins (cat and human).
I looked for but couldn't find any funny cat jokes, but here's a bathroom joke involving an animal:
Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?
Because the “P” is silent.
We have to inject our cat with a liquid (I forget the name of it) three or four times a week to do for him what his kidney is no longer doing. Good luck with Moby.
sending hope and good wishes xx
Thanks, especially for the humor, which is the only cure for grief and worry.
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