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I don't even know where to begin. I'm still grieving the loss of my 15 year old cat, Liz, who I posted about on here a few weeks ago. It so gutted me that I couldn't even return here to update yet or post on the rainbow bridge page. I was still deeply devastated I needed time.
Instead, I'm afraid I'm now facing a life/death scenario with her littermate brother Gus, and I haven't even been able to go collect her ashes from the vet yet.
I know all the signs of grieving cats (changes in vocalization, eating habits, clingy, aloof, lethargic, etc.). And I am seeing some of that. But I'm also seeing his already considerable water intake climb up to sketchy levels. (He's 12 lbs and drinking about 8 oz/day which is technically healthy, but more than normal for him.)
In the few days days before we put Liz down, I noticed Gus was licking his chops a lot, even when not near food. He continues to do that three weeks later.
He's had a weak stomach for years, but not he's throwing up every day (sometimes food/hairballs, but also sometimes just water or stomach bile.)
He's whinier, but again, maybe that's grieving.
He seems congested. It sounds nasal/windpipe-y. No eye drainage.
This morning I watched him make four trips to his water bowl in 10 minutes. He'll eat his dry food, but only a bit at a time, though he seems happy when I give him wet food blended with water or turkey baby food (what we used to disguise his sister's meds in).
He drank so much he threw up shortly thereafter.
The other day, he made three trips to the litter box in 10 minutes, peeing and eliminating some hard stools the first two times and with great effort, dropping a wide poop (about the diameter of a hot dog) in the box. As much water as he's been drinking, I wouldn't have expected that much trouble with evident constipation.
So, this clearly warrants a check-up, right?
Here's the complication...
Gus is an incredibly sensitive cat. I can't emphasize that enough. He used to puke just watching us medicate his sister. On the times he's been on medication, he'd puke seeing us prep the oral syringe. I know many cats are terrified of the vet's office, but Gus is a wreck at visits. He goes completely frozen, wets and messes himself, and can even get so stressed he gives himself a bladder infection days later, requiring follow up visits.
My husband, sympathizing for Gus, and still deeply grieving Liz himself, thinks Gus is fine and we're just seeing grief symptoms. He doesn't want me to torture our mourning old-man cat further. Watchful waiting is his preference.
On the flip side, I recall that a few years ago Gus tested borderline for hyperthyroidism and that his symptoms could match that, CKD, or diabetes. My thinking is, better to check now and treat early in the game than wait until something advances to a stage where little can be done or he'd have to stay overnight. (I cannot and will not make him stay overnight again at a vet's office. It's his nightmare and I think that itself would kill him.)
I just don't know what to do and I'm tired (so very tired), still gutted at losing my sweet girl a fortnight ago, and am trying to figure out how/when I should help poor Gus with whatever he's going through.
I don't even know what I'm asking. I just need some support, I think. I'm mentally, physically, and emotionally wrung out and I'm paralyzed with fear.
Any insight...?
Instead, I'm afraid I'm now facing a life/death scenario with her littermate brother Gus, and I haven't even been able to go collect her ashes from the vet yet.
I know all the signs of grieving cats (changes in vocalization, eating habits, clingy, aloof, lethargic, etc.). And I am seeing some of that. But I'm also seeing his already considerable water intake climb up to sketchy levels. (He's 12 lbs and drinking about 8 oz/day which is technically healthy, but more than normal for him.)
In the few days days before we put Liz down, I noticed Gus was licking his chops a lot, even when not near food. He continues to do that three weeks later.
He's had a weak stomach for years, but not he's throwing up every day (sometimes food/hairballs, but also sometimes just water or stomach bile.)
He's whinier, but again, maybe that's grieving.
He seems congested. It sounds nasal/windpipe-y. No eye drainage.
This morning I watched him make four trips to his water bowl in 10 minutes. He'll eat his dry food, but only a bit at a time, though he seems happy when I give him wet food blended with water or turkey baby food (what we used to disguise his sister's meds in).
He drank so much he threw up shortly thereafter.
The other day, he made three trips to the litter box in 10 minutes, peeing and eliminating some hard stools the first two times and with great effort, dropping a wide poop (about the diameter of a hot dog) in the box. As much water as he's been drinking, I wouldn't have expected that much trouble with evident constipation.
So, this clearly warrants a check-up, right?
Here's the complication...
Gus is an incredibly sensitive cat. I can't emphasize that enough. He used to puke just watching us medicate his sister. On the times he's been on medication, he'd puke seeing us prep the oral syringe. I know many cats are terrified of the vet's office, but Gus is a wreck at visits. He goes completely frozen, wets and messes himself, and can even get so stressed he gives himself a bladder infection days later, requiring follow up visits.
My husband, sympathizing for Gus, and still deeply grieving Liz himself, thinks Gus is fine and we're just seeing grief symptoms. He doesn't want me to torture our mourning old-man cat further. Watchful waiting is his preference.
On the flip side, I recall that a few years ago Gus tested borderline for hyperthyroidism and that his symptoms could match that, CKD, or diabetes. My thinking is, better to check now and treat early in the game than wait until something advances to a stage where little can be done or he'd have to stay overnight. (I cannot and will not make him stay overnight again at a vet's office. It's his nightmare and I think that itself would kill him.)
I just don't know what to do and I'm tired (so very tired), still gutted at losing my sweet girl a fortnight ago, and am trying to figure out how/when I should help poor Gus with whatever he's going through.
I don't even know what I'm asking. I just need some support, I think. I'm mentally, physically, and emotionally wrung out and I'm paralyzed with fear.
Any insight...?