I promise to post on LJ more often... I've kinda stopped spending time on the internet, and haven't checked LJ in forever... but I came back on today and realized just how much I missed it. So here's a little bit of what's been going on in my life.
I have 3 cats and a dog, and they are like children to me. In April, one of my cats was extremely ill with what I assumed was a bladder infection. I was not prepared for the vet to tell me she was jaundice and I should have her put down. I was told to take her home and make her comfortable, but that there was nothing we could do to save her, without spending 3K and having her sent to Toronto. It was the absolute hardest day of my life, and the week that followed was the hardest week of my life. I couldn't eat, I threw up, and even though I wanted to spend all of my time with her, all I could do was sleep. I had to take time off work. I cried for a whole week. I couldn't handle it. Her health got worse, and she started throwing up and not being able to even keep water down, so I called the vet, and he said I could pick up some medication that'll calm her stomach, and that we'd treat each symptom as they came, but only to make her comfortable, and that there'd be a point where we'd have to decide to bring her in and have her put down. The vet was 45 minutes away, and I was only going there because a friend had said very good things about the place. Instead of picking the medication up there, I decided to drive 15 minutes to my family vet, since it was the same medication, and it was closer. When I went in, they told me that meds for a cat was the same thing as for people... they'd need to see her before they wrote her a perscription. I didn't want to pay another $70 vet fee, so I told them I'd go get it at the other place. They asked what was wrong with her... and I explained what had happened. When I told them she was only 4 years old, they strongly suggested I bring her in and that I try to save her, because it was only a small possibility that it'd be something serious at her age... it was most likely fatty liver disease, or a blockage. I brought her there. They did bloodtests and x-rays, and told me it'd be best to treat for fatty liver, as it was definitely not a blockage. I agreed, and they put in a feeding tube. They kept her for 3 nights, and then sent her home with me. I woke up every 3 hours to feed her through the tube, and it was a lot more difficult than it sounds... I had to blend the food, feed her 10 cc's of water, 35 cc's of food, and then another 10 cc's of water, and then in the morning I had to add in her antibiotics (in case it was an infection) and at night I had to add in her liver medication. I hardly slept, and hardly ate for the first two weeks. I didn't think she'd get better. I brought her in the next day and prepared myself for the worst. But, she was getting better. She was no longer what they considered jaundice, even though she was still slightly yellow. She started having normal bowel movement. I took her home again and continued her feedings for another 2 weeks. Then, they took bloodtests again and her levels were normal. The fatty liver disease was officially gone. She began eating on her own, and the tube was taken out. The tube has been out for over 2 weeks now, and she's doing GREAT. She's playing like a normal kitten, eating anything I give her, and purring all the time. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had just made the drive to the other vet to pick up her meds... would we have just let her die????? All in all, I spent about $1500 on her; quite far from the $3000 I was told I'd have to spend by the other vet, not to mention the trip to Toronto I was told I'd have to take, even though the other vet was able to help her right here. I can't even stomach thinking about bringing her in to have her put down. Even now writing about it, I feel like I'm going to throw up. She's my baby. And she's sitting on my lap as we speak.