Hello everyone, I’ll bet you can’t guess who this is today. Okay, maybe you did get it on the first guess. The blog post title might have been the giveaway, or maybe it was my Alex heart. But it’s me Gracie and boy have I got lots to tell you today.
I’ve been terribly sick. Yes, about two weeks ago I got really sick on the weekend. I had not wanted to eat. Then, not to be overly gross but I had diarrhea big time bad and to make matters worse, it was a bloody mess. I had been throwing up too. Well, the bloody litter box, as you can imagine, got the peeps moving in a hurry. Did I mention it was the weekend? Oh, I did. That means Dad and I were off to the Animal Emergency Clinic.
The emergency place is about a 20 minute ride from where we live and believe me, I objected loudly the whole way. You kitties, if you’ve ever been, know how those places are, at least most any time. Those places are usually crowded and the wait time isn’t easy, especially when you’re so darn scared and you don’t feel good.
Actually, the wait time this trip wasn’t all that long, it just seemed long. They know me there since I spent 10 days there in an oxygen cage several years ago. Also, the Vet who saw me recognized me and Dad right off. She was our Vet that used to come to our house before they closed up that business. At least she was familiar with me.
So, I was diagnosed with Gastroenteritis, was given a shot to help settle my tummy, had fluids, had xrays and got some great big, really big, pills to take home with me. They xrays showed that while my lower GI tract was fairly cleared out, the upper wasn’t, and that meant their was more bloody stuff yet to work its way out. Oh the joy of it all. The Emergency Vet said I needed to go to my regular Vet to get another xray in 1-2 weeks so she could check and make sure my colon looked more like it should. The Emergency Vet said she didn’t want me developing megacolon. Darn, me either.
So, during the week after my Emergency visit, I still didn’t feel like eating. The Dad said he didn’t care if I felt like it or not, I was going to have food. The Dad feed my by hand, or I should say by finger, three times a day for a week. I had to take 1/2 of those horse sized pills twice each day for ten days.
So, last Friday the Dad took me to see our wonderful Vet, Dr. Anderson, at The Cat Clinic of Greenville, another long ride, but well worth it. Dr. Anderson took another picture of my colon and she said all looked okay to her. That’s a relief!
There is one bit of good news from this episode, and that is I lost some weight. Seriously, I lost 1.2 pounds during this ordeal, and most of you know that I really need to lose some weight. That is just a most unpleasant way to do it.
So, I seem to be doing good now and am eating just fine and using the litter box as I should now. Gastroenteritis was extremely nasty and I hope none of you ever have to deal with it.
That’s it for me, didn’t that sound like a fun time? NOT! Hugs from me to all of you. Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!!!! More Forever Homes More Often! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!