Christine & Hooska (GA)
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I cannot get my cat to eat no matter what I try! He has simply lost interest in eating everything, even his favorite little snacks; and over the past couple of days, I've tried every single "trick in the book" as hey say to get him to eat. I am beside myself: can't sleep, and now I’m feeling weak and shaky.
I kept thinking surely after his shock and anger of the vet appt wore off (he’s a very emotional little prima dona) that he’d snap out of it and start behaving regularly again. They put him in a holding cage. He had to hate that. I felt so sorry for him, because once upon a time we rescued him from a cage at the Humane Society and now here he probably wondered if we were giving him up like his prior owners obviously did. Everything about this every step of the way is breaking my heart into a million pieces!
Anyhow, after the doctor appt Wed nite, he had the wet belly issue (possibly urine leakage) which is still happening but not as much (possibly because he’s not even drinking as much water as he had been).
Obviously insulin is out of the question until he resumes eating. I thought his poor appetite might be due to the fact he had quite a bit of gas in his bowels when we took him in as evidenced by the x-rays and perhaps he has a stomachache, so I squirted some anti-nausea liquid in his little mouth. He had a gurgling stomach for a couple of days before we took him in.
I also felt he needed at least some calories and did the maple syrup thing again the doctor had recommended the other night. Still unable (inept) to get the liver pills down him. I’m thinking we’ll have an accident and he’ll choke. I’m scared to silly; I don’t want his death to be at my inexperienced hands!
He just lays around, moving occasionally to another spot to lay; he kind of flattens out on the floor. He lays in places he’s never laid before; that’s freaking me out. I may or may not be imagining it, but his breathing seems a bit labored, which also scares me silly.
I’m wondering how to preserve his life so we can take him to the vet first thing tomorrow morning. I guess we should’ve taken him yesterday, but I still had hope at that time we could work with this and he’d snap out of it. Stupid optimism!
Alternately, of course, I’m thinking a trip to the emergency vet today may be the way to go, yet those are far from here, have had mixed reviews, and are costly -- remember: I’m out of work and we’re struggling to make ends meet, yet we would do almost anything to save our cat and just initially paid out $570 for his original exams and meds this past week. This money part doesn’t bother me so much as it throws my temper-tantrum prone husband into a raging rant.
Any ideas or thoughts at all? I must rescue my cat! If he goes, I know I will feel like it was my fault. Honestly, if he leaves me, I don’t know how I’ll go on!!
Try to save him or take him to an emergency vet?
Thanks!
I kept thinking surely after his shock and anger of the vet appt wore off (he’s a very emotional little prima dona) that he’d snap out of it and start behaving regularly again. They put him in a holding cage. He had to hate that. I felt so sorry for him, because once upon a time we rescued him from a cage at the Humane Society and now here he probably wondered if we were giving him up like his prior owners obviously did. Everything about this every step of the way is breaking my heart into a million pieces!
Anyhow, after the doctor appt Wed nite, he had the wet belly issue (possibly urine leakage) which is still happening but not as much (possibly because he’s not even drinking as much water as he had been).
Obviously insulin is out of the question until he resumes eating. I thought his poor appetite might be due to the fact he had quite a bit of gas in his bowels when we took him in as evidenced by the x-rays and perhaps he has a stomachache, so I squirted some anti-nausea liquid in his little mouth. He had a gurgling stomach for a couple of days before we took him in.
I also felt he needed at least some calories and did the maple syrup thing again the doctor had recommended the other night. Still unable (inept) to get the liver pills down him. I’m thinking we’ll have an accident and he’ll choke. I’m scared to silly; I don’t want his death to be at my inexperienced hands!
He just lays around, moving occasionally to another spot to lay; he kind of flattens out on the floor. He lays in places he’s never laid before; that’s freaking me out. I may or may not be imagining it, but his breathing seems a bit labored, which also scares me silly.
I’m wondering how to preserve his life so we can take him to the vet first thing tomorrow morning. I guess we should’ve taken him yesterday, but I still had hope at that time we could work with this and he’d snap out of it. Stupid optimism!
Alternately, of course, I’m thinking a trip to the emergency vet today may be the way to go, yet those are far from here, have had mixed reviews, and are costly -- remember: I’m out of work and we’re struggling to make ends meet, yet we would do almost anything to save our cat and just initially paid out $570 for his original exams and meds this past week. This money part doesn’t bother me so much as it throws my temper-tantrum prone husband into a raging rant.
Any ideas or thoughts at all? I must rescue my cat! If he goes, I know I will feel like it was my fault. Honestly, if he leaves me, I don’t know how I’ll go on!!
Try to save him or take him to an emergency vet?
Thanks!