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The last time I posted here was a year ago. My baby Zoe had so many health issues at such a young age, I was at a loss. After multiple surgeries and many guesses from specialists, our internal medicine doctor suspected FIP. I spent all of my time with Zoe, hardly sleeping myself, just to keep her comfortable and happy and give her the best life she could have in her remaining time. She was on steroids and three other medications that had to be staggered every couple hours. Despite the progression to wet FIP, Zoe lived for another month. One afternoon, she started to have seizures and we were able to get a doctor to our home that helped Zoe pass peacefully in my lap. By the end, the disease caused so many health problems for her, I can hardly list them all and I don't want to, as the memory is still extremely painful for me. She was five months old when she passed last August.
All this to say, when she died, her little brother Booker lost his playmate and cuddle buddy. It has taken a year, but my husband and I decided to adopt again a few weeks ago - a little cream point siamese mix from the shelter. His name is Charlie, and he's three months old today. He and Booker already get along very well and they both seem really happy.
Charlie seems healthy, but I think I'm traumatized by what happened with Zoe. I watch Charlie obsessively for any signs of illness. He had a mild herpes flare-up (conjunctivitis) and I took him to urgent care - not waiting for a real appointment. I am constantly checking his skin elasticity for dehydration and feeling under his arms to check his temperature. And I weigh him at least once a day. But my paranoia persists. (Though I'm very careful not to let my worries disrupt Charlie - he is a cuddle bug and is more than happy to let me hold him and check him out, then we go right back to playing.)
He had normal formed poops when we adopted him, but recently the poop has been getting softer and lighter in color. He had two instances of mild diarrhea yesterday, and it was much lighter than normal - basically the color of his wet food. Maybe he's overeating? I might subconsciously feed him too much because Zoe never gained weight. I don't know. However, I worked all night last night, and when I came home this morning, I noticed that Charlie didn't finish all of his wet food that my husband fed to him, and there's a part of my brain that is convinced something is terribly wrong because he didn't finish his dinner and he also had runny stools for a single day.
He acts normal, and is always playing hard. I recently transitioned him from the shelter food to another one, and I know he is stealing the adult cat food as well, because I don't always notice until it's too late, so I'm sure he's making his tummy sensitive. (We ordered microchip feeders to prevent this, but they haven't arrived yet.) His fecal test from the doctor also came back with a result of a mild parasite which the doctor said usually causes no symptoms, but diarrhea can happen occasionally. It requires an antibiotic to treat, but the doctor said it isn't really necessary unless I absolutely want to treat him, due to the nature of the parasite. Now I'm thinking I should, though.
I'm rational when it comes to most things. But what happened with Zoe was one of the worst things I've ever gone through and I'm so afraid of losing Charlie, I'm driving myself crazy.
Sorry for the wall of text, and I'm sorry I'm such a crazy cat mom. Any advice to calm my nerves this morning would be very appreciated. Can anyone else relate? Do his symptoms seem normal?
All this to say, when she died, her little brother Booker lost his playmate and cuddle buddy. It has taken a year, but my husband and I decided to adopt again a few weeks ago - a little cream point siamese mix from the shelter. His name is Charlie, and he's three months old today. He and Booker already get along very well and they both seem really happy.
Charlie seems healthy, but I think I'm traumatized by what happened with Zoe. I watch Charlie obsessively for any signs of illness. He had a mild herpes flare-up (conjunctivitis) and I took him to urgent care - not waiting for a real appointment. I am constantly checking his skin elasticity for dehydration and feeling under his arms to check his temperature. And I weigh him at least once a day. But my paranoia persists. (Though I'm very careful not to let my worries disrupt Charlie - he is a cuddle bug and is more than happy to let me hold him and check him out, then we go right back to playing.)
He had normal formed poops when we adopted him, but recently the poop has been getting softer and lighter in color. He had two instances of mild diarrhea yesterday, and it was much lighter than normal - basically the color of his wet food. Maybe he's overeating? I might subconsciously feed him too much because Zoe never gained weight. I don't know. However, I worked all night last night, and when I came home this morning, I noticed that Charlie didn't finish all of his wet food that my husband fed to him, and there's a part of my brain that is convinced something is terribly wrong because he didn't finish his dinner and he also had runny stools for a single day.
He acts normal, and is always playing hard. I recently transitioned him from the shelter food to another one, and I know he is stealing the adult cat food as well, because I don't always notice until it's too late, so I'm sure he's making his tummy sensitive. (We ordered microchip feeders to prevent this, but they haven't arrived yet.) His fecal test from the doctor also came back with a result of a mild parasite which the doctor said usually causes no symptoms, but diarrhea can happen occasionally. It requires an antibiotic to treat, but the doctor said it isn't really necessary unless I absolutely want to treat him, due to the nature of the parasite. Now I'm thinking I should, though.
I'm rational when it comes to most things. But what happened with Zoe was one of the worst things I've ever gone through and I'm so afraid of losing Charlie, I'm driving myself crazy.
Sorry for the wall of text, and I'm sorry I'm such a crazy cat mom. Any advice to calm my nerves this morning would be very appreciated. Can anyone else relate? Do his symptoms seem normal?