Furriends, I just got back from the emergency Stabby Place. Technically the regular vet charging emergency fees at the regular place, Mom says.
My problem was..... oh my Ceiling Cat, this is so embarrassing.... (covers eyes with paws and whispers) packed stools. And the lady vet did this awful thing to my nether regions. But it worked.
Now I'm turning it over to Mom and heading to my favorite hiding place for some alone time.
I was crying last night around 2 am. Anyone who has been a pet parent for any length of time knows that fear. I knew something was wrong. The vet did an x ray, blood work, sub q fluids for what was borderline dehydration and of course, that infamous enema. I do watch intake and output for both my cats, but though Tobers was doing it, he wasn't doing enough.
Next weekend we will be switching to a diet of mixed kibbles and wet food. Toby was 18 pounds, down from 20.7 in Nov. But the bloodwork showed all good things. Kidneys are in great shape.
So he's in recovery now. I just watched him limp by, poor baby. Hopefully he will be completely better by the morning.