Steph & Quintus & L & O
Member Since 2017
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First, let me start by saying I have a heavy heart these days. A year ago today, I was heading back to the animal hospital in Bern an hour away to see my beloved Tounsi, Quintus's companion for five years. I had dropped him off in the middle of the night and got a diagnosis of Feline Aortic Thromboembolism (FATE), which concluded two very busy months running from vet to vet trying to figure out why he was doing weird things with his paws. We thought epilepsy, it was thrombi, and he had undiagnosed HCM. I knew he had little chance of making it, but we would still try. I would put him to sleep just under 48 hours of bringing him there, another thrombus having sent him into acute kidney failure. I still have his ashes. I haven't yet been able to bring myself to put them in the garden he loved. I have decided that I would do it on the anniversary of his death, Jan 1st, tomorrow. I have been having a really hard time grieving his loss, and that has made dealing with has been going on with Quintus since his pancreatitis was diagnosed all the more difficult.
So, it's an understatement to say I'm (cautiously) overjoyed at Quintus's progress. When Tounsi died, Quintus was already old, and I was preparing myself for his possible death. You know, old cats. Here today, gone next month. It can be fast. I could have accepted something happening to Quintus. It wouldn't have been easy, but it would have felt less unfair. When Tounsi died, I did not imagine that I would get through 2017 without losing Quintus. Again, cautiously, it seems that the old man will see 2018.
So, where are we today? I shot 0.25 last night because I wanted to come to a dose where I don't have to worry about getting food into Quintus or hovering around falling neon greens. He probably likes food being brought to him where he's napping, but I needed a break. And I'm low on strips.
I was preparing myself for higher numbers this morning, and maybe heading right up to 0.5 again. But no. His +10 is 117. I know there are still some big numbers in the depot, so I'm ready to up the dose again, but it looks like we're headed for 0.25 this morning again.
Now for the truly incredible news: Quintus asked to go out and walked on his own all the way up to the rubbish containers! He has not done this in months!! He's been asking to go out much more lately, and had ventured a bit further than just in front of the building (sniffing some bushes), but this is really a step further.
Backstory: when Quintus started going blind (and before I knew it) he stopped roaming the garden on his own. I noticed that he would only walk around with me. So I would walk him (and Tounsi) around the building. Once or twice a day. It was our little ritual. As his arthritis increased (and his blindness), and with the loss of Tounsi, who (I realised later) played a huge role in helping Quintus find his way (another white can in addition to me), we stopped managing that tour. So we would walk up to the rubbish bins, and a bit further, between our building and the one above. And then only up to the rubbish bins. And then, we wouldn't manage to get up there every day. Since Quintus has been sick and I started my new job, he hadn't been going out much. To go out, I have to carry him down the stairs and I put him down either in the building entrance, or outside the building. These last weeks, when we did go out, at the beginning he would just stay there, sniffing interesting things in the air, but not moving much. He slowly became more active, and I was already super happy to see him go to the bushes (there are videos: https://photos.app.goo.gl/7vCSM7NcMALUEYom2 )
And when we got back inside, a few minutes later, Quintus called me to the living-room to play! This is something we taught ourselves: Quintus is a very quiet cat. But every now and again he will go "meow!" from another room. It is a call for me. To play. Another thing he hasn't been doing in quite some time. And he wanted to go out again!
He then went to eat some of his food, without me intervening.
I am very happy with how things are going this morning.
First, let me start by saying I have a heavy heart these days. A year ago today, I was heading back to the animal hospital in Bern an hour away to see my beloved Tounsi, Quintus's companion for five years. I had dropped him off in the middle of the night and got a diagnosis of Feline Aortic Thromboembolism (FATE), which concluded two very busy months running from vet to vet trying to figure out why he was doing weird things with his paws. We thought epilepsy, it was thrombi, and he had undiagnosed HCM. I knew he had little chance of making it, but we would still try. I would put him to sleep just under 48 hours of bringing him there, another thrombus having sent him into acute kidney failure. I still have his ashes. I haven't yet been able to bring myself to put them in the garden he loved. I have decided that I would do it on the anniversary of his death, Jan 1st, tomorrow. I have been having a really hard time grieving his loss, and that has made dealing with has been going on with Quintus since his pancreatitis was diagnosed all the more difficult.
So, it's an understatement to say I'm (cautiously) overjoyed at Quintus's progress. When Tounsi died, Quintus was already old, and I was preparing myself for his possible death. You know, old cats. Here today, gone next month. It can be fast. I could have accepted something happening to Quintus. It wouldn't have been easy, but it would have felt less unfair. When Tounsi died, I did not imagine that I would get through 2017 without losing Quintus. Again, cautiously, it seems that the old man will see 2018.
So, where are we today? I shot 0.25 last night because I wanted to come to a dose where I don't have to worry about getting food into Quintus or hovering around falling neon greens. He probably likes food being brought to him where he's napping, but I needed a break. And I'm low on strips.
I was preparing myself for higher numbers this morning, and maybe heading right up to 0.5 again. But no. His +10 is 117. I know there are still some big numbers in the depot, so I'm ready to up the dose again, but it looks like we're headed for 0.25 this morning again.
Now for the truly incredible news: Quintus asked to go out and walked on his own all the way up to the rubbish containers! He has not done this in months!! He's been asking to go out much more lately, and had ventured a bit further than just in front of the building (sniffing some bushes), but this is really a step further.
Backstory: when Quintus started going blind (and before I knew it) he stopped roaming the garden on his own. I noticed that he would only walk around with me. So I would walk him (and Tounsi) around the building. Once or twice a day. It was our little ritual. As his arthritis increased (and his blindness), and with the loss of Tounsi, who (I realised later) played a huge role in helping Quintus find his way (another white can in addition to me), we stopped managing that tour. So we would walk up to the rubbish bins, and a bit further, between our building and the one above. And then only up to the rubbish bins. And then, we wouldn't manage to get up there every day. Since Quintus has been sick and I started my new job, he hadn't been going out much. To go out, I have to carry him down the stairs and I put him down either in the building entrance, or outside the building. These last weeks, when we did go out, at the beginning he would just stay there, sniffing interesting things in the air, but not moving much. He slowly became more active, and I was already super happy to see him go to the bushes (there are videos: https://photos.app.goo.gl/7vCSM7NcMALUEYom2 )
And when we got back inside, a few minutes later, Quintus called me to the living-room to play! This is something we taught ourselves: Quintus is a very quiet cat. But every now and again he will go "meow!" from another room. It is a call for me. To play. Another thing he hasn't been doing in quite some time. And he wanted to go out again!
He then went to eat some of his food, without me intervening.
I am very happy with how things are going this morning.

So tricky!
Encouraging report on Quintus! 