I swear we never get a break when it comes to our pets.
Yesterday morning our old cat was fine. Lunchtime he was a little more subdued than normal but still seemed okay. After lunch he did two vomits, and for the rest of the day is nauseous and very quiet.
He doesn't want to eat anything, not even cooked chicken and spent the afternoon hiding behind the couch which is very out of character.
I don't have my license so mum is the only one who can take the cat to the vet. Unfortunately, her job is extremely hectic and by the time she gets home at night the vet we go to (about a million miles away but they are a specialist cat only vet) is closed.
On her way home yesterday, she rings the vet up and they say to give him the anti-nausea tablets we had on hand from his previous bouts of sickness (he has hyperthyroidism and chronic pancreatitis) and if he is not better to come in tomorrow.
Well I got the tablets down only for him to vomit them up a couple hours later. Awesome.
This morning I seriously thought he was dead. He was sleeping awkwardly in a place I have never seen him rest before, and he only really responded when I picked him up.
Luckily, my mum managed to get off sick for half a day at work so we hopefully should have him at the vet in another three or so hours.
I am really scared though as he started walking on his hocks and was very weak in the hind end. When I googled this, it came up with diabetic neuropathy and diabetic ketoacidosis, both of which sound very similar to the symptoms he has and can be linked to pancreatitis. The ketoacidosis is also life threatening if not treated in time.
I am so tired of just facing one wave of crap after another with our animals. This latest incident is just the tip of the iceberg. We are not bad owners. In fact I like to think we are pretty good owners. But my God if we don't have some major catastrophe going on at least once every six months. Last year it was one dog nearly dying of pneumonia, and then another dog diagnosed with hip dysplasia. Then I think it was a couple of years before that our Oriental decided he wanted to be cut open (by a vet) and give us a cancer scare. Plus his several near death experiences when he was only a kitten.
Then the cat in this rant nearly died from untreated pancreatitis and hyperthyroidism after our original vet sent him supposedly 'stabilised' on fluids before the blood results came back and he crashed badly and we had to rush him down to the specialist vet. He was on fluids for nearly a week there before he was okay to come home and then on a ton of tablets for a while after that.
I just hope he is alright this time around and we can figure out why he will be fine for a while and then just suddenly have a massive crash. He is fifteen years old and I have spent more years of my life with this cat than I have without. Sometimes I wonder why we even own pets. Their lives are far too short and it hits you hard when you lose them.