This is related to her heart condition; She may have this even if we get her kidneys under control. I read online about about a 10 year old cat; they said that it took 5-6 days after coming off IV for him to start showing signs of his normal self so I’m still hopeful.
I just watched Widgit and Oprah. Oprah was talking about overwhelmed mom’s. Her primary guest was a woman who was an vice-principal. Her husband had a dentist appointment so she was supposed to take her baby to day-care. She drove to day-care, realized that it was to drop her baby off and went to buy donuts. She then drove to school, went through whole day while her daughter was in the car and died of heat stroke.
I can’t say we are all overwhelmed. But the focus on keeping busy, doing everything and being perfect makes us lose perspective.
So tonight, I have tons of things to do but my primary focus is on watching my little Widgit who came home from the hospital today. She is pretty out of it but happy to be home. See her blog. I’m worried about her heart. The vet said that last night she had some fluid in her lungs which often means that there is build up around the heart. It is an issue for cats getting kidney treatment that have heart issues. So I’ll put many things aside and watch and love my little Widgit.
It is quiet without our Widgit here. We took her to the vet and he said her kidneys are failing. She only weighs 6 lbs 5oz; she used to be double that! She is officially littler than Moosh.
She is going to be in the hospital getting IV electrolytes for 5 days. He said that there is a good chance that they’ll be able to get her “stabilized” and she can come home. Good news is that her heart seems ok. Bad news is that she was “cranky” Widgit and bit Peter in the hand. His turn; she bit me at the vet several years ago!
There is a chance if the stars align and god blesses us that this is not the end for our Widgit. We have to pay bucco bucks for her hospital stay and tests. Then we have to learn to administer (I can just see our little fighting Widgit!) subcutaneous injections weekly.
No guarantees… just lot of prayers…but I’ve stopped crying!
I am hoping for the best. I read blogs where cats quit eating and were sick for weeks and then got better. My “little Widgit” has been losing weight and eating less for months. 3 days ago she quit eating regularly but would eat Ahi and Jerky. 2 days ago she quit drinking. She slept most the day but she still had bright eyes and would leap between the countertop and dining table.
Today, she just growls at us to stay away.
We have a vet appointment at 10:00.
I know Widgit is 14 years old. When we moved to Maui, we paid $1000+ to confirm she has a heart condition that they can do little about. We paid another $350 in tests to find out she had sign of early kidney failure; we bought her special vet food that after 4 days she decided she hated. We kept her on it while she lost weight and learned to forage for food.
I keep telling myself that things always happen in 3’s. A good friend in Maui had her dear old cat run away 3 weeks ago; my friend Tamara lost her Zeke suddenly to a brain tumor; my sister Karin lost her precious dog Molly earlier this week. That’s 3 so we should be fine.
Hoping and praying and crying…
Also, had my little helpers assisting me with paperwork. See their blog!
My birthday is coming up on Saturday … and I’ve been too busy to make any plans. I did tell Peter we have to get out to see Mama Mia! We loved the stage play in San Francisco and are looking forward to seeing the movie. I’m not looking forward to having all the Abba songs in my head for days!
But we’ve learned that we have several alarms that prevent us from ever sleeping in.
The most common is our kitty alarms. They come in several flavors:
- Hairball alarm. We had this one in the middle of the night last night. It can be either Widgit or Moosh but is never fun. Especially if you get up to clean it up and step in it!
- Widgit alarm. This is actually one of my favorites. Widgit will decide it is time for us to get up. She jumps up on my head with a “MERP”, walks over it to Peter, kisses him (usually on the lips) while purring very loudly, steps back over to me, licks my ear until I get up. She knows I’m usually the first one up.
- Moosh alarm. Lucky for me, Moosh hasn’t figured out that I’m usually the first one up and she’s a Daddy’s girl. Her methods are subtle but alarming. She jumps on the bed between us and silently comes up between us. Sometimes if Peter wakes enough to pet her she will settle. But usually she goes face to face with sleeping Peter and expects him to wake. If after about a minute there is no sign of motion, she very gently reaches out her right paw and scratches his face. No ignoring that! Occasionally she also give us a “SQUEAK” alarm.
This morning we had a new alarm. For days we’ve been seeing a couple geckos around the house. The kitties spend the night time hours on gecko alert. Luckily to date, the geckos are winning. Have you heard a gecko chirp? Well, when they are in the same room as you – it is VERY loud and startling! I looked for an audio clip and nothing sounded like my gecko alarm.
I just keep reminding myself that geckos are a sign of luck… have a great day!