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I realize it's been a while since I posted about Tom's health.
Things got so bad for awhile that I began posting about him on the grief forum, I was becoming certain he was not going to reverse course.
It has been a week to the day that his course did in fact change.
Last Fri. he began eating on his own.
I was so close at that point to considering 'when the time would be to consider'
He was skinny, frail and weak.
He had taken to letting me carry him around. He still went outside...but his personality had changed. He had withdrawn emotionally from me.
My daily life had become all about getting a bit of food in him any way, any how, any where.
Along with his subQ, his anti nausea, his syringe feedings.
He began to make it clear to me he DID NOT WANT THAT ANYMORE.
Then he began eating. ;-) CarlinSC....and it was gradual. I did not want to let myself get too hopeful.
It's been fits and starts but overall he is better all the time. He is a lighter weight cat now...but he is back to his old self and I can now let you all know about it. I don't think it's a false alarm.
Of course the girls who sent me those 18 gauge needles helped.
The raw chicken livers ;-) eeraby (Beth) helped.
The suggestions for syringing food to him, and for allowing the crack, and for the anti nausea meds that I had laying around since my chemo...that helped.
And CarlSC sending vibes out while turtle egg babysitting on the South Carolina Islands helped most miraculously.
And you all helped me not to fall apart to badly in the face of this unexpectedly dire situation.
I love you all, You all help me more than I can ever pay forward.
Tom is well today and I am breathing easy and sweet. Life is back to normal.
Thank you,
Lori
and Tomtom
Things got so bad for awhile that I began posting about him on the grief forum, I was becoming certain he was not going to reverse course.
It has been a week to the day that his course did in fact change.
Last Fri. he began eating on his own.
I was so close at that point to considering 'when the time would be to consider'
He was skinny, frail and weak.
He had taken to letting me carry him around. He still went outside...but his personality had changed. He had withdrawn emotionally from me.
My daily life had become all about getting a bit of food in him any way, any how, any where.
Along with his subQ, his anti nausea, his syringe feedings.
He began to make it clear to me he DID NOT WANT THAT ANYMORE.
Then he began eating. ;-) CarlinSC....and it was gradual. I did not want to let myself get too hopeful.
It's been fits and starts but overall he is better all the time. He is a lighter weight cat now...but he is back to his old self and I can now let you all know about it. I don't think it's a false alarm.
Of course the girls who sent me those 18 gauge needles helped.
The raw chicken livers ;-) eeraby (Beth) helped.
The suggestions for syringing food to him, and for allowing the crack, and for the anti nausea meds that I had laying around since my chemo...that helped.
And CarlSC sending vibes out while turtle egg babysitting on the South Carolina Islands helped most miraculously.
And you all helped me not to fall apart to badly in the face of this unexpectedly dire situation.
I love you all, You all help me more than I can ever pay forward.
Tom is well today and I am breathing easy and sweet. Life is back to normal.
Thank you,
Lori
and Tomtom
