And it’s not good. Last week, he quit coming into the garage for dry food in the morning or to lick the cans. So, I started giving him food on the sofa, guarding him from the other four footed furry vultures.
Sunday morning around 3:30, he had a seizure. Scary thing to see, a seizure, there’s nothing you can do about it. Rusty used to have them.
I figured he might be a little tired yesterday, but he didn’t seem to sleep much. And today, he’s been twitching a lot. I gave him 60cc of sub-q fluids this morning and another 60 a little bit ago. If I use a little food processor to puree his food (as well as adding water to it), he’ll lap, but then he starts doing this weird thing with his mouth. I don’t know if he hurt it during the seizure or if this is a symptom of something else.
It’s almost like with Mickey (who is doing a lot better, by the way).
So, I called the vet’s office and made an appointment for tomorrow. 4:45.
In my mind, I knew that when the cats all started to reach a certain age, health problems would probably start. I went through this the year we lost eight cats (not all were old). I pray this isn’t going to be a repeat.
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