manxcat419
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That was basically what the first ER did with Roxi during her Addison's crisis. Roxi had got to 18 lbs while having Cushing's because she was simply starving all the time. We'd got her down to 14 lbs before surgery by being incredibly strict with her food. She lost weight post-surgery, which we expected...but during that crisis she dropped to 6.6 lbs. And she isn't a small cat (her ideal weight is around 11-12 lbs). So her liver was already at risk...and then they put her on D5W and made no attempt to get her to eat. Of course, her electrolytes were all jacked up into the bargain. But we really thought she was on her way out.I will grant the ER found his tumor (somewhat accidentally) so I’m grateful to them. But…I took him bc he’d stopped eating. While normally thin and muscular he’d put on a lot of weight so I was terrified he’d destroy his liver. They admitted him and said if he didn’t eat they’d put a tube down. I got a hotel room down the road. I went constantly to ask how he was doing. They always had an excuse why they hadn’t yet started feeding him. I was in tears as I pleaded with the night vet to please start feeding my tubby cat who’d not eaten in going on four days. They finally let me go back to see him to try to get him to eat. My heart broke when I saw his entire cage covered with a 2x3’ bright pink caution sign.
For his ACTH stim tests it takes a village: our wonderful vet to oversee and calculate doses, his favorite two techs, one to massage him (and stealthily hold him), the other (best at blood draws), and me holding chicken breast in front of his nose. And him on gabapentin. He’s a huge boy with big polydactyl paws and the first time we used this system he wasn’t as groggy. So he reached both paws up to bring my hand closer. His paws cover half of my hand (I have small hands) —everyone else in the room gasped but he never lets his claws out with me. Next time we doubled his gabapentin.
Your boy sounds a lot like Rosa (my previous diabetic). She, and her twin Regan, had been feral as kittens. And with Rosa, that feral came out at the vet. She never, ever hurt anyone but she was incredibly skilled at making them think she might. But even in her most feral-appearing moments, the one thing I knew for certain was that she would not hurt me under any circumstances. So I would hold her for blood draws etc - this was before I worked in the vet field - because she would allow things to be done if I was holding her.
We handled Roxi rather differently. By then I was working in a clinic. So she would get a kitty muzzle and I would always be the one to draw her blood - that way if she got the muzzle off and took a sneaky snap at anyone, it would be me because I was the one standing in front of her. She was never concerned about hurting me or my husband, so we were as much at risk as anyone else. But if anyone was going to get bitten, I made sure it was going to be me. She's since lost all her teeth so I don't worry quite so much.