Subcutaneous Fluids
"The cat is diabetic. That's why he's lost so much weight. You can choose to give him insulin twice a day for the rest of his life or we can put him down for you. That'll be seven hundred dollars."
That's what the vet said five years ago. I said "For seven hundred dollars, the cat will live." That vet was a schmuck. Degrading and rude and somewhat heartless for a man of his profession. It matters not.
We panicked. We read. We learned. We restored him to kitten-like health and we have watched every morsel he has eaten ever since. We attempted home glucose readings. We learned about charting his levels. We learned about meds he can't take and the effect of everything on his liver. Everything, including the ingestion of bugs. Not kidding.
We boarded him once, to nearly disasterous ends. We have not taken a vacation together since. One of us is always home to inject twice daily. Our plans ALWAYS include 12hr time-frames.
I love that cat. I love him deeply and wholly and unconditionally. I have no regrets. I've gained five years so far.
Now he is ill. He is 15yrs old and he has a severely abcessed tooth. (puss...ack!) He will not eat or drink. He is in pain.
We took him to the vet. We had a good visit. Antibiotics and pain meds and plans to have the tooth (and probably a few others) removed under general anesthesia. Bloodwork was required....and then something new. Something I have NOT researched or prepared for. Subcutaneous fluids.
This is a bizarre thing. The cat is dehydrated. Fluids are injected under the skin and the body slowly absorbs them. No drinking required. This causes a large "balloon" of liquid from the back of his ribcage to his neck and down one leg. And the vet says "it doesn't hurt him". How do they know this?
It can't possibly feel GOOD. Poor kitty.
Well, regardless, we are learning how to pop pills and liquid antibiotics down the throat of an animal who thinks we are doing nothing less than torturing him while he feels like crap. He's fighting every move and hiding from us. I don't sleep for fear he'll react badly to the meds and I'll need to rush him to the e.r.
C'mon kitty...give us 5 more years. OK?
"The cat is diabetic. That's why he's lost so much weight. You can choose to give him insulin twice a day for the rest of his life or we can put him down for you. That'll be seven hundred dollars."
That's what the vet said five years ago. I said "For seven hundred dollars, the cat will live." That vet was a schmuck. Degrading and rude and somewhat heartless for a man of his profession. It matters not.
We panicked. We read. We learned. We restored him to kitten-like health and we have watched every morsel he has eaten ever since. We attempted home glucose readings. We learned about charting his levels. We learned about meds he can't take and the effect of everything on his liver. Everything, including the ingestion of bugs. Not kidding.
We boarded him once, to nearly disasterous ends. We have not taken a vacation together since. One of us is always home to inject twice daily. Our plans ALWAYS include 12hr time-frames.
I love that cat. I love him deeply and wholly and unconditionally. I have no regrets. I've gained five years so far.
Now he is ill. He is 15yrs old and he has a severely abcessed tooth. (puss...ack!) He will not eat or drink. He is in pain.
We took him to the vet. We had a good visit. Antibiotics and pain meds and plans to have the tooth (and probably a few others) removed under general anesthesia. Bloodwork was required....and then something new. Something I have NOT researched or prepared for. Subcutaneous fluids.
This is a bizarre thing. The cat is dehydrated. Fluids are injected under the skin and the body slowly absorbs them. No drinking required. This causes a large "balloon" of liquid from the back of his ribcage to his neck and down one leg. And the vet says "it doesn't hurt him". How do they know this?
It can't possibly feel GOOD. Poor kitty.
Well, regardless, we are learning how to pop pills and liquid antibiotics down the throat of an animal who thinks we are doing nothing less than torturing him while he feels like crap. He's fighting every move and hiding from us. I don't sleep for fear he'll react badly to the meds and I'll need to rush him to the e.r.
C'mon kitty...give us 5 more years. OK?
posted by Agnes at 1:19 PM
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