Feb. 25th, 2019 10:32 am
Cat o' anxiety
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muckefuckKitty gave me a bit of a fright over the weekend. Friday morning I noticed he hadn't eaten his kibble and wasn't interested in his crunchy treats, which was unusual. Friday night he didn't touch his wet food which was downright weird. I decided to torture myself by googling "cat won't eat" and sifting through the most catastrophic scenarios.
Of course part of my mind immediately went to "it's cancer". Stupid me for getting attached to a living being; didn't Monshu teach me anything? I talked myself mostly off that ledge, but reading about hepatic lipidosis had me spooked enough to conclude I should take him in the next day even if it did mean cancelling my plans with the bears. I had a parade of anxiety dreams, including one where I was trying to call the vet for an appointment and my phone was malfunctioning (which is a staple of dreamtime for me for some reason).
But IRL my phone did work and I secured an 8:30 with a competent professional who talked me through all the possibilities, drew blood for a comprehensive panel, and then gave him some medication to stimulate appetite and suppress nausea. When we got back home, he immediately set upon the tuna I put out and I wondered if I'd just dropped $450 for mere piece of mind.
If so, so be it. To be bloody-minded about it, I've already sunk thousands into keeping that beast alive so what's a couple hundred more to protect my investment? To be sentimental, the thought of continuing to live in that place without him just makes me sick to my stomach. I only got through Monshu's absence due to his presence; with both of them gone that place will feel like a sepulchre.
So I could be looking at a couple thou for dental work just to make sure tooth decay isn't making it too painful for him to eat. I'm sceptical that's the real cause since the onset was so sudden and his teeth have been bad for years. But I also wonder if we're reaching a crossover point where, if we're going to do any extractions, the time is now when he's still otherwise in rude health.
Of course part of my mind immediately went to "it's cancer". Stupid me for getting attached to a living being; didn't Monshu teach me anything? I talked myself mostly off that ledge, but reading about hepatic lipidosis had me spooked enough to conclude I should take him in the next day even if it did mean cancelling my plans with the bears. I had a parade of anxiety dreams, including one where I was trying to call the vet for an appointment and my phone was malfunctioning (which is a staple of dreamtime for me for some reason).
But IRL my phone did work and I secured an 8:30 with a competent professional who talked me through all the possibilities, drew blood for a comprehensive panel, and then gave him some medication to stimulate appetite and suppress nausea. When we got back home, he immediately set upon the tuna I put out and I wondered if I'd just dropped $450 for mere piece of mind.
If so, so be it. To be bloody-minded about it, I've already sunk thousands into keeping that beast alive so what's a couple hundred more to protect my investment? To be sentimental, the thought of continuing to live in that place without him just makes me sick to my stomach. I only got through Monshu's absence due to his presence; with both of them gone that place will feel like a sepulchre.
So I could be looking at a couple thou for dental work just to make sure tooth decay isn't making it too painful for him to eat. I'm sceptical that's the real cause since the onset was so sudden and his teeth have been bad for years. But I also wonder if we're reaching a crossover point where, if we're going to do any extractions, the time is now when he's still otherwise in rude health.
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