Black Oak's Daughter

The vet scared the crap out of me today.  Three phone calls…. she’s not perking up, she won’t eat, won’t drink, be prepared to take her to the 24 hour emergency vet tonight, she really should be doing better… Doom and Gloom, not out of the woods, etc.   I was pretty upset & worried by the time I got off of work.

I’m not a crazy cat lady, but I do have responsibility to take care of them. I love having them around too, especially my little sicky. She’s got major personality, and makes me smile every day.  When I have to decide to do something like emergency surgery instead of just putting her down, I’m conscious of the fact that she is my responsibility, but she’s also just an animal. If I hadn’t had the money to do the surgery, I’d have done what was right and put her out of the pain she was in.  I’m thankful I didn’t have to do that. Turns out the vet wrote off about 10% of the bill too, so that helped.  In the grand get out of debt 2009 plan, this puts me back a month or two, but I don’t have a dead kitty, so it was worth it.

I ran after work to get her a clean litter box and the litter that vets tell you to use for post-surgical beasts. I got her a bunch of food that I know she usually goes nuts over too, and a bag of kitty crack, commonly known as Greenies. She goes NUTS for them.  I was determined to get her to eat. The vet said she HAS to eat.  She hasn’t eaten since last weekend without barfing it all back up.

I picked her up at the vet. She saw me, crawled right into her carrier and settled down.

We got home, and I got her all set up to stay with me in my room tonight.  Against dr’s orders she escaped my bedroom the second time I opened the door and I let her take a supervised walk around the house to let her make sure she was home again. She checked the food supply, and hissed at her brother just for the heck of it, checked out what Roomie was having for supper, hissed at her brother again, and let me walk her back toward the bedroom.  She definitely thinks she’s the queen here.

I got her back into my room and over the course of the next hour she ate food and treats, had some water, peed in the new box with the sterile litter. If her behavior is any indication, my little girl is going to be OK. She just needed to be home.  I called the vet after she ate a bit because she was going after the treats like a starved beast, and I gave her a few more because she was so eager.  The vet said I made her day. They were really worried about her. I talked to the vet about giving her treats too, and she said it’s ok, but just a few every hour. It will keep things moving.  Kitty’s funny with these treats. She gets so excited we call it kitty crack.

She has jumped up and down off the bed twice now. She won’t be doing that once the pain drugs wear off.  I set up a couple of boxes so that she has steps instead of a full jump down. She’s resting now at the foot of the bed. She just had her hourly dose of kitty crack. Poor little girl is starved. She jumps up as soon as I touch the bag of them.

I think she’ll be OK, but she’s only 28 hours out from surgery. The vet said I should keep a close eye on her for a few days. I’m working from home tomorrow and I have the weekend, so I hope that’s enough.

She’ll get more pain meds and a check up at 9 am tomorrow.  I don’t think they will keep her once they see she’s perked up. She’s not naseous anymore either, so that’s good. She hasn’t barfed since she’s been home.

I’m just glad she’s doing better.

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