Well, and I'm not trying to be harsh, but the point of this thread is to find the positive things in life.
Well, and I'm not trying to be harsh, but the point of this thread is to find the positive things in life.
Wow, that's quite a story. Keeping my fingers crossed for Charlie!
My friend and co-worker has Charlie, his cat who has stomach cancer. Charlie stopped eating on Thursday and Bob got him to the vet right away on Thursday afternoon. Vet gave him an anti-nausea shot, hoping that would be enough to get him to start eating. But on Friday morning, Charlie still wasn't eating. Bob took him back to the vet and we were preparing ourselves for the worst at that point. But they made an appt at an ER vet on Saturday morning. Turns out Charlie was blocked up pretty badly and Bob didn't realize it. He had to leave Charlie there for the weekend.
Bob got a phone call last night from the ER vet. Charlie had pooped, peed, eaten a little bit, and was meowing....loudly. When he told me, I sat and cried...I was just a blooming mess all day yesterday, so my nerves were really on edge.
Anyway, Bob went up to the ER vet this morning and brought Charlie down to his regular hospital to stay yet tonight. He hasn't peed since that first pee yesterday morning, so Charlie is still catheterized. But all in all, it really looks good for Charlie and, if he could pee again, they'll probably send him home. So we're hoping that tomorrow, Charlie will be back home.
Bob told the vet. "Charlie is my best friend. You do what you have to do to save him."
That's my positive thing.
Charlie came home last night (Monday)! He peed twice on his own and was still yelling. Vet called Bob to take him home!
My friend and co-worker has Charlie, his cat who has stomach cancer. Charlie stopped eating on Thursday and Bob got him to the vet right away on Thursday afternoon. Vet gave him an anti-nausea shot, hoping that would be enough to get him to start eating. But on Friday morning, Charlie still wasn't eating. Bob took him back to the vet and we were preparing ourselves for the worst at that point. But they made an appt at an ER vet on Saturday morning. Turns out Charlie was blocked up pretty badly and Bob didn't realize it. He had to leave Charlie there for the weekend.
Bob got a phone call last night from the ER vet. Charlie had pooped, peed, eaten a little bit, and was meowing....loudly. When he told me, I sat and cried...I was just a blooming mess all day yesterday, so my nerves were really on edge.
Anyway, Bob went up to the ER vet this morning and brought Charlie down to his regular hospital to stay yet tonight. He hasn't peed since that first pee yesterday morning, so Charlie is still catheterized. But all in all, it really looks good for Charlie and, if he could pee again, they'll probably send him home. So we're hoping that tomorrow, Charlie will be back home.
Bob told the vet. "Charlie is my best friend. You do what you have to do to save him."
That's my positive thing.
Thank you. She looks so big in that snow suit but she is actually tiny for her age. She's only 18 pounds at 14 months old.
Mrs. B, that's just an adorable picture!
At 8 months, my daughter was about 13 pounds. She's always been tiny though. On my due date, she was only 5lbs 10oz. She was already 2½ months old by then.
She is just beautiful, and yes, quite tiny. To put it into perspective, my younger son reached 30lbs at 8 months old!! But he was a whopper.