On of our cats, Lulu (officially “my” cat, each of our cats favors one of us) has been sick this week with
what seemed like a heavy headcold. With no progress 5 days into it, we took her to the vet…Who said she was underweight and dehydrated (both of which didn’t surprise me much…) Unluckily, as the day progressed, she got worse and even went into respiratory failure when the vet tried to give her an IV. The prognosis is not great, she’s unconscious now, but she might pull out of it and may make a full recovery.
All this, and at lunch with a co-worker, we sat at a restaurant for 45 minutes while everyone else was being served, then we walked out and went to another restaurant.
Pales in comparison with the thought of losing one of our cats. Of course, we’re racked with the pain of (possible) loss and hopeful for a full recovery. This is the second cat we’ve had go from full health to near death (the previous one died of a bizarre lymphatic system failure). The worst is the second-guessing, should we have taken her in earlier? Did she eat/drink/do something to put her in this state? Would an earlier trip to the vet have made the outcome better? Of course, what is done, is done. But the pain remains…