My old Tommy Cat is not doing so well. Hasn't since last night, when he'd peed his bed and fallen asleep in the mess. I found him at midnight, after I'd returned from work. I cleaned him up, as best as I could clean up a cat who is essentially a centenarian, but he's been very quiet ever since.
I'll be taking him to the cat-doctor this morning.
Poor old guy. Since last Saturday, his time on the floor not taken up by eating, drinking or the litter box is spent sitting wistfully at the hallway door. I think at some point yesterday it dawned on him she's not coming back. --Anthropomorphizing? Sure. But he's sitting there right now.
Update: Took him to my long-time vet, who put him on IV fluids pretty much immediately. White blood cell count is up a bit, which suggests infection. He did drink and even ate a little. Vet suggested moving him to the 24-hour pet hospital, which I did around 6:oo p.m.
He was pretty sleepy when they brought him out. He perked up some in the car and at the pet hospital, where we had a long-ish wait. He was even smoothing on my hand. Didn't see the on-call doc, as he was busy.
The vet from the new place called me about an hour later; there's evidence of kidney disease, which could have been masked by thyroid issues. So he's off his thyroid meds for awhile, IV fluids continue and -- we'll see. The vets have all been pretty guarded; Tommy way off the charts for geriatric cats. But my vet said his condition looked better than she had at first feared, and the new guy thinks Tommy's got a fighting chance. He says 24 to 48 hours in the hospital.
Poor old cat. I sure hope he starts feeling better. And good thoughts will be greatly appreciated.
I haven't slept without one or the other of my cats nearby in years -- I spent one night without them when I helped Tam move and Tommy and Slinky were being boarded at the 24-hour hospital.
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