Tuesday, July 30, 2013
My girl is gravely ill; she is honest, loving, affectionate, patient, imaginative, and zen-like in her ability to wait for the other cats to eat first.
There is no hope for recovery; we await the results of blood tests to see what the outcome might be. She has kidney disease and her pre-existing heart condition makes it tricky to treat. Pushing hydration for the kidneys could put her into full-fledged heart failure. We are hoping that she can have a few weeks or months of a nice life in spite of her blindness--her retina is detached--in both eyes evidently. She has hypertension and we have already started treating that.
In the last 24 hours she has not "trumpeted". She likes to bring a toy to our feet, trumpeting triumphantly as she does. She has always been an independent cat of patient philosophy with a bit of no-nonsense about her. In the past year, however, she has become a real cuddler and nuzzler. Her affection for me and my husband has quickly surpassed that we've experienced from other cats. We need and we knead each other.