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(TL; DR: My young cat is sick and I'm feeling really overwhelmed and frustrated and exhausted.)
Hey all! It's been almost three years since my beloved cat passed away from what was likely a brain tumor. He was only five. We didn't know what it was, so I spent almost a year trying to figure out what was wrong and then two months towards the end we knew it was a mass in his brain and were trying to see if it was bacteria or fungus by treating. (I didn't want to put him through brain surgery and chemo for another year at most with him, so those were the best treatments available after lots of testing.) After meds and feeding tubes and gentle care hoping he'd get better, he suddenly developed a neurological problem and I had to let him go.
It took me two years to be ready for another cat. I still cry when I think about him. He was my soulmate, and his illness and death were deeply traumatizing for me. Almost exactly a year ago, I adopted the sweetest pair of brothers. I named them Freddie and Finn. They were supposedly three according to the shelter, but my vet said they looked closer to 1.5 years. Their first exam went great. Tested negative for everything, just a tiny bit of gingivitis, everything else was a thumbs up.
I took Freddie in for his yearly a couple of weeks ago and the vet found he has terrible stomatitis that has advanced so badly within a year he needs teeth removed and will (likely) eventually need a mouth full extraction. I mentioned he'd been urinating slightly larger amounts lately, and blood and urine tests have shown some kind of kidney disease is likely. The vet tried antibiotics and a culture in case it was an infection and his levels came back the same, so he's being transitioned to renal food and she said it would be a good idea to get an ultrasound read by an internist to make sure it's not underdeveloped kidneys or anything else, since it's unusual (although not unheard of) for kidney disease in such a young cat.
I'm distraught. I'm having what I feel is likely PTSD from the trauma of my other cat's sickness and passing. I'm confused as to why my new wonderful cat is sick with long-term disease, and why everything is so unfair. I just wanted a healthy cat so I could enjoy them without stress, as I'm already someone with anxiety. I'm worried for him. I'm worried I won't do a good job, and I'm worried he'll die. I'm worried he'll get sick of the new renal food. I feel like I'm stealing his teeth from him. I'm angry that everything in Chicago (where I live) is so expensive that it feel like I'm already getting fleeced just from the price of the ultrasound. My actual vet is as reasonably priced as Chicago can be and it's still so expensive to have the testing, pay for special food, and have his dental done. (I trust her and she's never pushy.) I have family and friends that care and support me, but I feel so alone in the caregiving and treatment. I would never give him back to a shelter or let him be in pain and left untreated, but everything is suddenly so overwhelming that I just needed to reach out to others that have felt this way, which I'm sure is many of you, as we're all posting all over cat forums.
Sorry for any typos. I'm just a mess lately.
Hey all! It's been almost three years since my beloved cat passed away from what was likely a brain tumor. He was only five. We didn't know what it was, so I spent almost a year trying to figure out what was wrong and then two months towards the end we knew it was a mass in his brain and were trying to see if it was bacteria or fungus by treating. (I didn't want to put him through brain surgery and chemo for another year at most with him, so those were the best treatments available after lots of testing.) After meds and feeding tubes and gentle care hoping he'd get better, he suddenly developed a neurological problem and I had to let him go.
It took me two years to be ready for another cat. I still cry when I think about him. He was my soulmate, and his illness and death were deeply traumatizing for me. Almost exactly a year ago, I adopted the sweetest pair of brothers. I named them Freddie and Finn. They were supposedly three according to the shelter, but my vet said they looked closer to 1.5 years. Their first exam went great. Tested negative for everything, just a tiny bit of gingivitis, everything else was a thumbs up.
I took Freddie in for his yearly a couple of weeks ago and the vet found he has terrible stomatitis that has advanced so badly within a year he needs teeth removed and will (likely) eventually need a mouth full extraction. I mentioned he'd been urinating slightly larger amounts lately, and blood and urine tests have shown some kind of kidney disease is likely. The vet tried antibiotics and a culture in case it was an infection and his levels came back the same, so he's being transitioned to renal food and she said it would be a good idea to get an ultrasound read by an internist to make sure it's not underdeveloped kidneys or anything else, since it's unusual (although not unheard of) for kidney disease in such a young cat.
I'm distraught. I'm having what I feel is likely PTSD from the trauma of my other cat's sickness and passing. I'm confused as to why my new wonderful cat is sick with long-term disease, and why everything is so unfair. I just wanted a healthy cat so I could enjoy them without stress, as I'm already someone with anxiety. I'm worried for him. I'm worried I won't do a good job, and I'm worried he'll die. I'm worried he'll get sick of the new renal food. I feel like I'm stealing his teeth from him. I'm angry that everything in Chicago (where I live) is so expensive that it feel like I'm already getting fleeced just from the price of the ultrasound. My actual vet is as reasonably priced as Chicago can be and it's still so expensive to have the testing, pay for special food, and have his dental done. (I trust her and she's never pushy.) I have family and friends that care and support me, but I feel so alone in the caregiving and treatment. I would never give him back to a shelter or let him be in pain and left untreated, but everything is suddenly so overwhelming that I just needed to reach out to others that have felt this way, which I'm sure is many of you, as we're all posting all over cat forums.
Sorry for any typos. I'm just a mess lately.