Today, I took Kitty to the vet. It was the appointment I mentioned in another thread. She was supposed to undergo a bronchoscopy and bronchial lavage, in addition to having her teeth cleaned.
I took her to the clinic, and as I was talking to the receptionist, I looked at my kitty. She had her mouth wide open, and her tongue curled.
"She's having a problem," I said, and showed the receptionist. The receptionist took us into an examination room immediately, where a vet took a look at her. Then the head vet came in, and I'm glad, because I know him, and he's the best. We put her on the table, and he gave her an injection while I petted her.
"She needs to be X-rayed," he said, "but not now. She could die."
He doesn't know what's wrong. It could be edema. It could be a heart problem. They can't X-ray her yet. They have to stabilize her first.
The vet explained that they're going to put her in an oxygen cage until her breathing normalizes. He gave her another injection, maybe a sedative. He stressed that she could still go at any time.
He also said that this is how it is with cats. When they're sick, they hide it. Then, suddenly, they can't hide it anymore.
They're going to call me later this afternoon. She'll have to stay overnight. After that, nobody knows, least of all me.
I've had this kitty through so many horrible times in my life. She's the only one who loves me unconditionally. She's always glad to see me. Always. We've been through several moves. She sleeps on the bed with me. She sleeps on my feet when I'm at the computer. She drapes herself on me and purrs when I'm reading in bed.
I can't get by without her. I just can't. I came home and screamed and screamed and screamed.
I took her to the clinic, and as I was talking to the receptionist, I looked at my kitty. She had her mouth wide open, and her tongue curled.
"She's having a problem," I said, and showed the receptionist. The receptionist took us into an examination room immediately, where a vet took a look at her. Then the head vet came in, and I'm glad, because I know him, and he's the best. We put her on the table, and he gave her an injection while I petted her.
"She needs to be X-rayed," he said, "but not now. She could die."
He doesn't know what's wrong. It could be edema. It could be a heart problem. They can't X-ray her yet. They have to stabilize her first.
The vet explained that they're going to put her in an oxygen cage until her breathing normalizes. He gave her another injection, maybe a sedative. He stressed that she could still go at any time.
He also said that this is how it is with cats. When they're sick, they hide it. Then, suddenly, they can't hide it anymore.
They're going to call me later this afternoon. She'll have to stay overnight. After that, nobody knows, least of all me.
I've had this kitty through so many horrible times in my life. She's the only one who loves me unconditionally. She's always glad to see me. Always. We've been through several moves. She sleeps on the bed with me. She sleeps on my feet when I'm at the computer. She drapes herself on me and purrs when I'm reading in bed.
I can't get by without her. I just can't. I came home and screamed and screamed and screamed.
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