Well, at the time, Squeek was (I hope she's not watching as I type this) FAT! About 15 lbs. She tried to jump on the bed and for some reason I accidentally pushed her back and she landed wrong which resulted in the broken leg.
The vet I took her to wrapped her leg in some sort of cast which was supported by a rod which went up the leg and over the back and pretty much immobilized her. It was awful. $650.........That was Monday. She immediately stopped eating, could barely get to her litter box.
Thursday evening I called my sister and told her what happened and she immediately called her vet, who was also a personal friend, and he called me back at 10:00 p.m. that Thusday night and told me to bring squeek in the following morning.
When I brought her in, he couldn't believe what my vet had done to her. Squeek's leg was completely broken in half with a third piece of the bone floating free.
He told me to leave Squeek and what he would do is insert a rod down the entire lower leg, wrap it with a piece of wire to hold the broken off bone in place then put a protective wrap on the whole lower leg while it healed.
When I brought her home, she immediately started eating and drinking and she was mobile enough to start using her litter box again. About 6 or 8 weeks later, I took her back to the Vet, he removed the rod, stitched up the incision and the rest is history except for the fact that I put her on diet food and she is now down to her ideal fighting weight...........$1,200 but well worth it.
One of my kitties is bordering on fatness. My husband seems to be in denial about it (hmmmm...he is also overweight) but maybe if I tell him your story, he will work with me on slimming her down a little.
It’s hard to find a good veterinarian for some reason. We’ve known a lot of them over the years, and they’ve made some really, really bad diagnoses and done some really stupid medicating. A couple of them have experimented on our cats until they finally figured out what was wrong. I’ve lost cats to their mistakes, Muffin was one of them. He died at 15 from kidney failure from taking a drug he didn’t need. Slinker died of lymphoma after four different diagnoses, all wrong, and $1,500 in treatments, drugs, and a specialist. He was only 8. I could go on.