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...Great.
If I were going to post anything about Callisto again (that's one of my cats, the one who recently developed liver disease), it would have been that he's doing better. NOT great...but better. The underside of his tongue is actually almost pink again, rather than a rather violent shade of "schoolbus."
But he's still not really eating willingly. He won't eat the new kibble he's supposed to eat, and feeding him his new wet food takes SERIOUS coaxing at the very least. The absolute best we've managed is to get him to suck extraneous liquid out of the dish, or accept spoon-feeding. Beyond that, we've been stuck smearing wet food on his face (so he's forced to lick it off), or getting a syringe and force-feeding him (which he hates SO MUCH).
Also, he's a pain about taking the pill he's supposed to take every morning.
He seems to have IMMENSE trouble eating now, as if something's wrong with his mouth. We came to the conclusion that he needed to be seen by the vet again, but that was unfortunately just before the long weekend. So we force-fed him this weekend, and Mom took him to the vet's this morning.
...He's back in the vet hospital. It's touch-and-go if he'll live again, apparently.
And Mom says that this go-round is...the last time. If he doesn't recover when (if) he comes home the second time, then that's it. We'll have to put him down.
Just...damn. I don't really have high hopes, to be honest. Callisto's personality change in regards to food has been disturbingly dramatic. I don't know that our old lard-butt will ever willingly eat again.
I can't believe I'm probably going to lose ANOTHER cat. Admittedly, it's been five years since we lost Tiger and Lester, but DAMN. Our four guys were all just kittens when we got them, healthy kittens, and we really thought we'd have years and years with them all. Just goes to show that life can kick your feet (or your paws) out from under you at any time.
Thankfully, our other three guys can keep each other company, so the loss of Callisto probably won't hit them as hard as Lester's death clearly hit Tiger. But the one who's clearly been the most disturbed by Callisto's long hospital stays has been his littermate, Manhattan.
Which is also just great, because really, she wasn't neurotic enough to START with. I'm almost as worried about her as I am about Callisto.
...
*sighs*
If I were going to post anything about Callisto again (that's one of my cats, the one who recently developed liver disease), it would have been that he's doing better. NOT great...but better. The underside of his tongue is actually almost pink again, rather than a rather violent shade of "schoolbus."
But he's still not really eating willingly. He won't eat the new kibble he's supposed to eat, and feeding him his new wet food takes SERIOUS coaxing at the very least. The absolute best we've managed is to get him to suck extraneous liquid out of the dish, or accept spoon-feeding. Beyond that, we've been stuck smearing wet food on his face (so he's forced to lick it off), or getting a syringe and force-feeding him (which he hates SO MUCH).
Also, he's a pain about taking the pill he's supposed to take every morning.
He seems to have IMMENSE trouble eating now, as if something's wrong with his mouth. We came to the conclusion that he needed to be seen by the vet again, but that was unfortunately just before the long weekend. So we force-fed him this weekend, and Mom took him to the vet's this morning.
...He's back in the vet hospital. It's touch-and-go if he'll live again, apparently.
And Mom says that this go-round is...the last time. If he doesn't recover when (if) he comes home the second time, then that's it. We'll have to put him down.
Just...damn. I don't really have high hopes, to be honest. Callisto's personality change in regards to food has been disturbingly dramatic. I don't know that our old lard-butt will ever willingly eat again.
I can't believe I'm probably going to lose ANOTHER cat. Admittedly, it's been five years since we lost Tiger and Lester, but DAMN. Our four guys were all just kittens when we got them, healthy kittens, and we really thought we'd have years and years with them all. Just goes to show that life can kick your feet (or your paws) out from under you at any time.
Thankfully, our other three guys can keep each other company, so the loss of Callisto probably won't hit them as hard as Lester's death clearly hit Tiger. But the one who's clearly been the most disturbed by Callisto's long hospital stays has been his littermate, Manhattan.
Which is also just great, because really, she wasn't neurotic enough to START with. I'm almost as worried about her as I am about Callisto.
...
*sighs*
