The last several months Mr. Meow’s had a heck of a time. It sort of all started back when he got a bad tooth. One of his front fangs cracked off, became infected, and eventually needed to be pulled.
He hadn’t been eating back then too good. It made sense, though. His mouth was in pain and he had an infection so he couldn’t have been feeling too good.
But then he never really bounced back after that. The last month he’s been really bad. He hasn’t been eating hardly anything and has continued losing weight.
Last week I took him in for some reason. At the moment I can’t even remember why. Was it a check-up for his thyroid meds? Or was it something else? Maybe to get the results from his ultrasound? No, I think she called to talk to me about those. Maybe it was to get another steroid injection for the itches he’s had lately.
I can’t remember. My mind’s not functioning as I write this. All I know is the last few days he’s really been bad about eating. Yesterday I called and made an appointment for him today because all he’d had was a few treats. Something told me I better get him back in, so…I did.
Our regular vet is off this week, but all the vets where we go are good. Today’s vet gave us some options, one of which was to hospitalize him and see if fluids and antibiotics will help at all.
So, as much as I hated to do it, I left him there. I want him home, and I know he wants to be home, but if they can do anything to help him not starve to death I want to try.
Complicating treatment options is that no definitive results are turning up. His ultrasound turned up a variety of possible causes for a different things. His last blood work didn’t indicate anything specific.
But it’s not normal for him to have lost so much weight and not eat. They know something’s going on, they just can’t pinpoint what.
I just hope he comes home from the hospital. I know he’s getting older, and I know we may end up having to make a hard decision here shortly. But I sure don’t want to. He’s been such a good cat. He wandered into our lives 11 years ago this month and has done nothing except totally enriched it.
Coming home to a Mr. Meow-less house right now and sitting here expecting to see him perched in his usual spots has me thinking, “The day may be coming sooner than I want that he won’t be here anymore.”
That just makes my heart hurt more than mere words can describe.
I’m hoping with all my might that it’s an infection and he responds to antibiotics and starts feeling better again. Even without eating he’s still been snuggling and playing. If it was cancer I don’t know if he’d do that.
Although, he’s always been one tough and ornery cat. I hope that helps him beat whatever is ailing him now so he can come home and live to be a really old, fiesty Gata Bato. One who dies years from now peacefully in his sleep.