When I first started this blog I was fairly excited. I already have a blog about all thing computer related at www.pccybertek.com However I wanted to do something that was a bit more personel. So I was rolling right along, updateing almost everyday.
Then my cat, Tommy got sick. I don’t remember the exact date but everything was fine. Then Monday night, before new years, he was lying on the bed. His eys looked really bad and were rolling up in his head. He wouldn’t respond to us. It had us very scared. The next day, when I came home from lunch, my wife said she didn’t know where he was. He usually waits for me everyday when I come home for lunch and I didn’t see him either. I went around looking for him, calling his name and couldn’t find him. Then when I was walking back to the front door I herd him meow softly, and found him hidden between some stuff on the porch.
He didn’t look good, but at least his eyes weren’t rolled up. When I got home from work he was sleeping, which he had been doing all day. The next morning I noticed he hadn’t touched his food. He eats a lot and it’s not like him not to eat at all. This went on for several days.
New Years eve was really a bummer because we still couldn’t get him to eat a single bite of anything. New Year’s day was the same and he still wouldn’t eat, although he would drink a little water. I had followed him out the day before when he went to the bathroom because we were afraid he might go somewhere. But he came in after he went to the bathroom and it was bad. We wanted to take him to a vet but they weren’t open.
We finally got him into the vet on Friday. They said no at first, but I explained how bad he was and they squeezed us in. The trip to the vet was not a fun time. This is getting long enough without going into that. Anyways, it cost us $400 for x-rays and a blood test which didn’t tell us anything. They did give him some water intravenously because he was “so dehydrated.” They couldn’t get urine for a test so we had to reschedule bringing him back the next day, Saturday.
Saturday morning Tommy pushed the box out of the way, that we had blocking his cat door, and got out. So we had to reschedule again. They weren’t open Sunday, so we had to make it for Monday. By this time, we were sick with worry. Not that we weren’t before. I finally had a couple days off of work and all I could do was sit around and worry about him. My wife wasn’t doing much better. There were quite a few times that I went and sat or laid with him on the bed, where he spent most the time sleeping, that I came out of there teary eyed. That was the 6th day he had gone without eating a single bite. His fur looked real bad and he had lost a lot of weight. You could see the sadness in his eyes.
Saturday night I took a can of his favorite food in with me into the bedroom. I had tried to all his favorite treats and foods all week long. So I showed him the can of food and he lifted his head a little to sniff it and laid back down again. Just like he had done everytime before. I dipped my finger in the can and tried to put some of the gravey on his lips. He turned his head away, but licked his lips. He looked a little intrested so this time a put a little more gravey on his mouth. He licked it up again. So I did that several times and put a little food on his upper lip. he licked it and sat up a little. I did that several more times and showed him that it was from the can in my hand. Then I put the can under his nose and he started eating. He kept eating. He stopped to get his breath and went back to eating again. I yelled to my wife that he was eating! By the time he was done, about a third of the can was gone. When I brought the can in to the living room, to show my wife how much he ate, lets just say my eyes weren’t dry.
Sunday morning I noticed more of his food was gone. Tommy kept eating through out the day. He even ate some of his treats. He was still sleeping all day, but he was getting up to eat now.
Monday I had to go back to work so my wife took him to the vet. They still couldn’t get a urine sample but took another blood sample. They also still couldn’t tell us what was wrong with him. At least now he was eating again .
The past couple years haven’t been easy for us. Two years ago, my wife lost her father after a bad battle with cancer. Then this last year she lost her mother. This was her first holidays’ with out either of them and it was tough. Even though Tommy is a cat, he’s very special to us. We don’t have any kids and he is like our kid. I knew he was important to us, but I didn’t realize truly how much untill this happened. He is getting better. He is still very skinny but he’s back to sleeping with us and following me around. When I come home from work, he’s waiting for me again. I think he knows how much we worried about him because lately he has been kissing us on the head more than ever. When I look at him now, I can’t help but think how lucky I am that he is still with us.
