Shai and The Pirate Fitz (GA)
Member Since 2012
Fitzel's Condo
The Pirate came through last night fairly well. I will be lowering her dose back to .1u or 1drop or whatever that is equivalent to.
Testing time is deteriorating rapidly. For awhile she was resigned to it. Treats didn't interest her as she knew what was coming and didn't want to eat them. Lovings were lavished, but she remained unresponsive, so I decided the best thing to do was to just get it over with and allow her to leave on her own. Followed up later by lots of petting. But now, she's more pirate then cat. Growling and hissing and spitting and trying to scratch and claw her way out of my grasp. I know I can resort to the burrito if necessary - but I'd really hate to do that.
It's gotten so bad with her, she won't eat until Judith and I are out of the kitchen. That seemed to have been the issue when she wasn't eating. She would just watch us and wait. When we were safely in another room, then she started to eat. She doesn't want any affection from me or Judith at this point. If we call her she won't come and this is new. If we approach she trots away and further away if we follow. Any type of gesture to pet her results in ears flat back and growling. She has a funny growl - but this is not funny anymore.
Come test time I herd her to the back of the house where I can close off the hallway and grab her. Mostly by the scruff of the neck with her fighting. If she stops fighting she just tenses in my arms as we go to the couch to test. This is not a life for this kitty. This is breaking our hearts. We feel very grateful to this board and to those who've come forward with love, support and valuable advice. But, as I said last night, even with all the puzzle pieces in front of me I can't seem to make this work for Fitzel. Or for us.
The alternatives are bleak. Fitz is 12 years old. We can't see this as her life. It's not fair to her. Yet putting her down solely because of this is also unfair and beyond anything my soul could bear. So many people here and before we ever showed up here have made this work. Tried and put all they had into their kitties. I had always thought myself of the same mold. Evidently, not so much anymore.
And now there's the issue of checking for ketones, and strips and new LB's or other paraphernalia. Overwhelming and watching Fiztel right now hiding under our piano, afraid to be in her own home, utterly distrusting of her mommies. This is hell. No fire. No flame. Just watching your kitty hide because she's terrified of you. Truly. Really. Terrified.
The Pirate came through last night fairly well. I will be lowering her dose back to .1u or 1drop or whatever that is equivalent to.
Testing time is deteriorating rapidly. For awhile she was resigned to it. Treats didn't interest her as she knew what was coming and didn't want to eat them. Lovings were lavished, but she remained unresponsive, so I decided the best thing to do was to just get it over with and allow her to leave on her own. Followed up later by lots of petting. But now, she's more pirate then cat. Growling and hissing and spitting and trying to scratch and claw her way out of my grasp. I know I can resort to the burrito if necessary - but I'd really hate to do that.
It's gotten so bad with her, she won't eat until Judith and I are out of the kitchen. That seemed to have been the issue when she wasn't eating. She would just watch us and wait. When we were safely in another room, then she started to eat. She doesn't want any affection from me or Judith at this point. If we call her she won't come and this is new. If we approach she trots away and further away if we follow. Any type of gesture to pet her results in ears flat back and growling. She has a funny growl - but this is not funny anymore.
Come test time I herd her to the back of the house where I can close off the hallway and grab her. Mostly by the scruff of the neck with her fighting. If she stops fighting she just tenses in my arms as we go to the couch to test. This is not a life for this kitty. This is breaking our hearts. We feel very grateful to this board and to those who've come forward with love, support and valuable advice. But, as I said last night, even with all the puzzle pieces in front of me I can't seem to make this work for Fitzel. Or for us.
The alternatives are bleak. Fitz is 12 years old. We can't see this as her life. It's not fair to her. Yet putting her down solely because of this is also unfair and beyond anything my soul could bear. So many people here and before we ever showed up here have made this work. Tried and put all they had into their kitties. I had always thought myself of the same mold. Evidently, not so much anymore.
And now there's the issue of checking for ketones, and strips and new LB's or other paraphernalia. Overwhelming and watching Fiztel right now hiding under our piano, afraid to be in her own home, utterly distrusting of her mommies. This is hell. No fire. No flame. Just watching your kitty hide because she's terrified of you. Truly. Really. Terrified.
