click for a larger picI had made an appointment for Miss Elizabeth to have her teeth cleaned and any bad teeth extracted last Tuesday. She’d not been eating dry food, she loves Kirkland kibble but was just letting it drop out of her mouth and not eating any. She was pawing at the sides of her mouth and doing that weird chewing thing, like she was chewing on a rubberband. And it wasn’t just one side of her mouth, it was both.
When I made the appointment I mentioned that I did want her to have the pre-anesthetic blood panel, to make sure it was safe to put her under, that it wouldn’t put undue stress on her organs. She’d been diagnosed in the beginning stages of renal failure last year, so there is a concern.
I withheld food the night before and dropped her off at 8:30 Tuesday morning. At 11:30, the phone rang. Caller ID was the vet’s office. It was the vet.
“This cat has lost about a half a pound since the last time she was in. And her creatinine has gone up, it’s 3.3. I looked in her mouth, can’t find any loose teeth or any indication she needs a dental at this time. I don’t feel it’s in her best interest to have one. I think what we should do is start giving her fluids twice a week. You know how to do fluids, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
I just gave her 120cc of fluids. She took them quite well.
Right now, she’s on Brian’s lap. She absolutely loves Brian. I don’t think she got much love from my mom, I think my mom just tolerated her, so she’s making up for all those years whenever Brian’s home. I handed him a washcloth to wipe down the fluids from her fur (sometimes there’s a bit of leakage, it’s common).
My poor little Miss Elizabeth, she’s such a brave girl.
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