Saturday, June 16, 2018
Juneau is my Maine Coon cat. I got her in October of 2006 when she was 10 weeks old. I figured out she shares the exact birthday with my niece. She is now almost 12 years old and, until quite recently, was her usual mellow, sweet self. She is still sweet, but she's lost a lot of weight, has no energy and doesn't purr nor appreciate the brushing or the loving that we give her. She moves as if her legs or hips hurt and there were other issues.
I thought we were going to put her to sleep Thursday evening. There are 3 vets in the small town where I live. Only one does house visits, so I scheduled it with them. They came out and did an exam and told us that she might have a thyroid issue. My partner felt as if they were trying to upsell us, as it were, and they did not come across as very compassionate towards us or towards her.
When the tech put Juneau on the ground after the exam, Juneau disappeared! After an hour of looking for her, I told the vet and tech to go and we would reschedule. It was well after 5 by then. A few minutes later, Juneau reappeared!
We took her in to our "regular" vet this morning. They had not seen her before but we had brought our young kitten to them for neutering. They were as gentle with her as they had been with him. The vet was very plugged into the situation, recognizing that we were sure we were going to have her put down, but he also sensed that we'd be open to trying to solve a problem if that were possible. We will know on Monday whether or not she does have a thyroid problem. So far, her kidneys are working fine, no temperature or other apparent issues. They gave her some fluids and vitamin B and an anti-nausea shot. We had to get baby food for her for the weekend - easier for her to digest.
We brought her home, ran another errand and came home before going shopping. In that short time, we could see more energy, more movement with less pain and a look in her eyes that told us she's feeling a bit better. Very encouraged.
I gave her half a jar of ham flavored goo and she inhaled it! I'll give her the other half in about an hour. The vet said small meals often.
We had already dug a burial hole and everything. So far, it stays empty and I am more than OK with that.