Everything happens for a reason
We had our cat Muddy spayed yesterday and she is home with us today. Originally when we got her we were pretty much poor and couldn't afford to get her fixed. We didn't really see this as a problem because our other two cats are fixed and she isn't an outdoor cat. Well every year she'd go into heat and it was bothersome but this year she was just crazy. What made me finally make the decision to get her fixed was last month she sat in front of me while I was on the computer... she lifted up her tail and sprayed me. Ya. That will do it.
So we took her in. Thank God we did. It turns out my little girl had the beginning of Pyometra. The vet showed me with his fingers how large her uterus had become and told me it was filled with fluid. It is virtually impossible to detect in the early stages and it's only when it progresses that she would have actually shown signs and then it's harder to treat. She could have died.
It's like everything happens for a reason. If she hadn't sprayed me in the face that day I would have never taken her in to the vet and we wouldn't have known she was ill until much later when she would have been really sick.
She is so happy to be home and the other furbabies are glad to have her back too.
So we took her in. Thank God we did. It turns out my little girl had the beginning of Pyometra. The vet showed me with his fingers how large her uterus had become and told me it was filled with fluid. It is virtually impossible to detect in the early stages and it's only when it progresses that she would have actually shown signs and then it's harder to treat. She could have died.
It's like everything happens for a reason. If she hadn't sprayed me in the face that day I would have never taken her in to the vet and we wouldn't have known she was ill until much later when she would have been really sick.
She is so happy to be home and the other furbabies are glad to have her back too.