It SUCKS to be the Mom....
I usually handle crisis well and then fall apart later. Today, I'm not sure that sitting in the vet's waiting room whilst awaiting test results was "later", but at least they were very nice to me. And the news seems to be good, so I'll keep being hopeful.
My kitty, Jackson, got up off the couch this afternoon and started walking sideways. Poor thing looked SO confused. Then he ran into a wall. He finally staggered to the cat litter, did his business and then came back out. He sat down and would NOT move. I was SURE he was having either a seizure or a stroke. So, I called the vet, pled for an emergency appointment and took him in.
It looks like he has a potassium deficiency, which would cause his muscles not to listen to his brain. This is easily fixed. So, I'll be giving him new pills twice a day and keeping an eye on him. He HATES me at the moment, because between the trip and the new drugs he's decided that I am evil incarnate. I keep trying to explain to him that it's "for the best", but he just gives me a look and runs under the coffee table. The things I do for my furry babies.
I'd feel bad for him just because of what he had to endure today, but in addition to the blood tests and exam, they ran a set of x-rays. Poor little guy has buckshot/shrapnel in his side. I got Jackson from a farmer about 12 years ago, he had been abandoned. It looks like someone tried to run him off by shooting at him. No wonder he was so skittish the first year I had him. So, now I have a wounded little solider instead of just a poor aging furball.
My kitty, Jackson, got up off the couch this afternoon and started walking sideways. Poor thing looked SO confused. Then he ran into a wall. He finally staggered to the cat litter, did his business and then came back out. He sat down and would NOT move. I was SURE he was having either a seizure or a stroke. So, I called the vet, pled for an emergency appointment and took him in.
It looks like he has a potassium deficiency, which would cause his muscles not to listen to his brain. This is easily fixed. So, I'll be giving him new pills twice a day and keeping an eye on him. He HATES me at the moment, because between the trip and the new drugs he's decided that I am evil incarnate. I keep trying to explain to him that it's "for the best", but he just gives me a look and runs under the coffee table. The things I do for my furry babies.
I'd feel bad for him just because of what he had to endure today, but in addition to the blood tests and exam, they ran a set of x-rays. Poor little guy has buckshot/shrapnel in his side. I got Jackson from a farmer about 12 years ago, he had been abandoned. It looks like someone tried to run him off by shooting at him. No wonder he was so skittish the first year I had him. So, now I have a wounded little solider instead of just a poor aging furball.