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i cannot fucking believe this!
Sep. 7th, 2001 11:44 pmso, i fell asleep on the sofa last night while I was reading, and woke up in the AM after a very good night's sleep. Terrible rain and thunder all morning. N-cat was very scared and I almost cancelled his annual checkup, which was today.
The thunder had gone away, leaving dreary wet gloom, so he went to his appointment and B-cat went with him (B-cat needed a follow-up from the illness he had a month back). B-cat checks out just fine, but...
N-cat fucking has a heart murmur. "About a 2 on a scale of 1-6," says his hottie vet. I stand there with my jaw clenched and a gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I've spent the hours since, about seven of them, trying not to cry. N-cat is my baby, and this on top of D-cat... I can't deal today. It worries me not only because he's been so healthy that I always pictured him having a long life (not like my other cat, T-cat, a sweet little girl who had to be put to sleep because she was suffering from terminal lymphoma at age 7), but also because if something else ever becomes wrong with him and he needs surgery, anaethesia will be tricky.
N-cat is going on an aspirin regimen (1 baby aspirin 2x/week) to see if this heart disease can be stabilized (last year, he had NO murmur). He'll have checkups more regularly than once per year. We bought him and B-cat new toys and beds tonight (they've never had their own beds). I bought him a harness, which doesn't fit and so must be returned. I bought a book of holistic cat health recommendations from vets, which has information on all the cats' problems, and vitamins I can try giving him that might help. & when we visit D-cat tomorrow (we are visiting him in the hospital every day), we are going to ask the vet how his play should or should not be limited or if he needs to avoid too much excitement/stress or what.
But for now I'm just going to appreciate that he's still on his feet and hope that it doesn't get any worse.
The thunder had gone away, leaving dreary wet gloom, so he went to his appointment and B-cat went with him (B-cat needed a follow-up from the illness he had a month back). B-cat checks out just fine, but...
N-cat fucking has a heart murmur. "About a 2 on a scale of 1-6," says his hottie vet. I stand there with my jaw clenched and a gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I've spent the hours since, about seven of them, trying not to cry. N-cat is my baby, and this on top of D-cat... I can't deal today. It worries me not only because he's been so healthy that I always pictured him having a long life (not like my other cat, T-cat, a sweet little girl who had to be put to sleep because she was suffering from terminal lymphoma at age 7), but also because if something else ever becomes wrong with him and he needs surgery, anaethesia will be tricky.
N-cat is going on an aspirin regimen (1 baby aspirin 2x/week) to see if this heart disease can be stabilized (last year, he had NO murmur). He'll have checkups more regularly than once per year. We bought him and B-cat new toys and beds tonight (they've never had their own beds). I bought him a harness, which doesn't fit and so must be returned. I bought a book of holistic cat health recommendations from vets, which has information on all the cats' problems, and vitamins I can try giving him that might help. & when we visit D-cat tomorrow (we are visiting him in the hospital every day), we are going to ask the vet how his play should or should not be limited or if he needs to avoid too much excitement/stress or what.
But for now I'm just going to appreciate that he's still on his feet and hope that it doesn't get any worse.
