Pray for my little Cathy

7/16/2013 | Lazamataz in pain

[Lazamataz]

Yesterday I got the worst possible news: My cat, my little girl Cathy might be dying. It started with a note from Kim, who is foster-sitting her, that Cathy was dropped off at the vet for excessive drinking. After some tests, diabetes and cancer and the like were ruled out, but she has a very serious condition called hepatic lipidosis. It was caused pretty much because she stopped eating because she missed her daddy. It's likely to be Separation Anxiety. When she stopped eating, the liver got very fatty and the liver enzymes and other readings skyrocketed. Right now some of the readings are 15 times normal. The prognosis, originally given as 'not good' (sent me into huge tears, again) was revised to the more accurate prognosis of 'uncertain'.

I scrambled to get to her at the vet and fed her her favorite, shaved turkey. She ate a little but gagged, but that is normal because she feels so nauseous. She was happy as hell to see me and purred (according to the vet) for the first time since she's been there. She's eaten twice, and while that's a good sign, there is no guarentee she pulls through. My eyes are clouding up as I type this. This is my little baby girl who I got as a tiny pre-weaned kitten. She really loves me and I wanted her to be with me for many more years. She's a mean kitty to everyone except me. She LOVES her Daddy!

I tried to pet her but she's feeling so sick she pushed my hand away with her little paw. She is glad to see me though.

I pray she doesn't die. Dear God, heal my little girl so we can have many more years together. I love my little girl.

I was angry at the pet foster people that they didn't pick up on this sooner, especially since they work with so many cats, but I know they didn't do this on purpose, and I know they have so many cats that it might escape notice. I won't put this on them. It just happened. If little Cathy pulls through, they've agreed to do things differently, having Shane spend time with her and we feed her shaved turkey from time to time. We just need little girl to pull through.

Today I go there and spend a few hours with her. Hopefully that gives her the will to pull through.

I almost wanted to blame myself – if I hadn't gotten loaded (something I did after the stresses of losing the 2012 election, and believing my country died), she wouldn't have been separated and experienced the stress of missing Daddy and stopping her eating. More to the point, if I hadn't gone into recovery housing, she wouldn't have been separated. But that's convoluted thinking. It's not real. One way or the other, continued using would have killed her.

I know two things from this: I can love deeply, and someone or something can love me deeply – so much so that missing me is killing them.

CATHY, PLEASE PULL THROUGH, HONEY!!!! GOD, PLEASE HEAL HER LITTLE LIVER AND GALL BLADDER!!! PLEASE!!!!

[TheOldLady]

Thank you. You're very kind.

My Rocket was old, too.

We adopted him as an adult who was supposedly "1-1/2" years old, but from the condition
of the label on his cage, we were pretty sure that 1-1/2 was far behind him. [smiles]

He was at least 17 when he passed on after spending 15 wonderful years with us.

We are so grateful for the time we had with him. He was an angel. He never once purposely
bit or scratched anyone, no matter what. Vets called him "a trooper."

[Lazamataz]

Thanks guys...

[Lazamataz]

Awww....Prayers for your comfort, too....hopefully some of what I’ve written helps you too. I’m planning on compiling all my experiences into an article.

[TheOldLady]

That is a great idea! I’m looking forward to reading it.

[Exit148]

Since you like to write, Laz (and have a talent for it) that would be good therapy, but really interesting to read. I’d like to read it and know more about Cathy. You mentioned you have Zippy? What is he like — and what does the name mean? Nice looking kitty in that picture.

I’m not very good with naming cats. My first was called ‘Amosandandy’, when I was a little kid. (long time ago)I thought that the radio show, with those two characters, was one word! Then there was ‘Elmer’, a female who was going to go to the glue factory if she didn’t behave. We now have Pansy the 13th. (First Pansy was found sniffing Pansies) and Daisy the 3rd. Ant then there was dear Teddy, (sob) because he was a cuddly softie. Not very creative!