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okay, fuck.
Nov. 3rd, 2012 02:12 pmSo Suri has been seeming a bit thin lately -- she's always been petite, but not skinny like this -- and I figured that that would be good impetus to go in to the vet. I took her to one vet when I first adopted her, made sure things were okay, etc, but it's been a year and a half since then, and while it's not critical for younger adult cats to get precisely annual checkups, it's still a good idea. Even if they, predictably, don't like having thermometers shoved up their butts.
Her appointment was yesterday afternoon. Now, relevant stats as I knew them: the petfinder listing had her born around July 4th 2008, making her four; as of the adoption she was up to date on all vaccines; and she weighed in at seven pounds something.
Get there, and she weighs in at *five*, and the vet is worried about how skinny and bony she is. (Cue me simultaneously "relieved" that I wasn't being ultra paranoid by thinking she was thin, and worried that I hadn't taken her in soon enough.)
Oh, and after the exam she said that judging by Suri's nails, she is significantly older than four. I asked by how much. Her estimate? Something more like *12*.
...o.O
They also did bloodwork on her, and the vet said she'd call "tomorrow morning" with the results. Which of course led to an evening and morning of worrying about what it could be, as well as weirded out by the age thing (which makes sense with her temperament -- she acts more like an older cat -- but it's kind of like someone coming in and saying that oh by the way she isn't black and white, she's purple.)
Vet calls around 2, after a few false alarm phone calls that had me jumping at the phone only to get a political robocall. I had a bit of trouble hearing her (not helped by the fact that as far as I can tell my brain shut down and stopped processing for half the call), but--
So some things are high, and some things are way too high, and some things are low, and I don't remember any specifics except for borderline anemia, though I did have the presence of mind to ask for a printout of the results; but the basic upshot is early stages of renal failure.
...I am just flailing and feeling like crap.
(I know that some cats can live for years with renal failure, and I know that catching it early is better than, well, not; but I also know that there's no treatment, no fix, just ways to manage the symptoms.)
Going in Monday for some prescription food samples to see if she will tolerate them (I forget what it is about these foods that is good but I trust the vet) and also to get instructions on how to do subcutaneous fluids, but fuck fuck fuck.
(and she said that this kind of supports the theory that she is older, but whatever I just am going to freak out about her health for a while k?)
Her appointment was yesterday afternoon. Now, relevant stats as I knew them: the petfinder listing had her born around July 4th 2008, making her four; as of the adoption she was up to date on all vaccines; and she weighed in at seven pounds something.
Get there, and she weighs in at *five*, and the vet is worried about how skinny and bony she is. (Cue me simultaneously "relieved" that I wasn't being ultra paranoid by thinking she was thin, and worried that I hadn't taken her in soon enough.)
Oh, and after the exam she said that judging by Suri's nails, she is significantly older than four. I asked by how much. Her estimate? Something more like *12*.
...o.O
They also did bloodwork on her, and the vet said she'd call "tomorrow morning" with the results. Which of course led to an evening and morning of worrying about what it could be, as well as weirded out by the age thing (which makes sense with her temperament -- she acts more like an older cat -- but it's kind of like someone coming in and saying that oh by the way she isn't black and white, she's purple.)
Vet calls around 2, after a few false alarm phone calls that had me jumping at the phone only to get a political robocall. I had a bit of trouble hearing her (not helped by the fact that as far as I can tell my brain shut down and stopped processing for half the call), but--
So some things are high, and some things are way too high, and some things are low, and I don't remember any specifics except for borderline anemia, though I did have the presence of mind to ask for a printout of the results; but the basic upshot is early stages of renal failure.
...I am just flailing and feeling like crap.
(I know that some cats can live for years with renal failure, and I know that catching it early is better than, well, not; but I also know that there's no treatment, no fix, just ways to manage the symptoms.)
Going in Monday for some prescription food samples to see if she will tolerate them (I forget what it is about these foods that is good but I trust the vet) and also to get instructions on how to do subcutaneous fluids, but fuck fuck fuck.
(and she said that this kind of supports the theory that she is older, but whatever I just am going to freak out about her health for a while k?)