Our cat who’d been having diarrhea since we came back home continued to be sick, to where we couldn’t wait for a home visit from my vet friend. Hubby brought her in, and she was weak enough she didn’t fight for the exam or labs. Thankful for that, since sedating her is too risky. She’s in stage 2 chronic renal failure, along with fighting a kidney infection and pancreatitis based on the ultrasound. Also an awful-looking left conjunctivitis and now the sniffles. Somehow she’s doing better now, thanks to taking her meds in Pill Pockets. She is fighting us more now though, we’re at 4 out of 10 days of subcutaneous fluids at home and she is getting eye ointment 3 times a day too. I swear this cat has been on death’s door at least 5 times in her almost 16 years.
I took her brother in for a routine exam and recheck of his hyperthyroidism. Was sucker-punched in the gut when the vet quietly asked me if we’d noticed his pupils being asymmetric. Holy s***, I look and yes, his right pupil is at least 1 mm larger than the left. I start to feel sick to my stomach and teary as she finishes his exam. She mentions feeling a mass in his belly, and asks if he’s been constipated. No, if anything all we’ve seen are somewhat sloppy poops in the box. Several hundred dollars later, he’s had full set of blood and urine and whole body X-rays. There’s a bit of poop visible but not in the area she’s concerned about. There’s some spots in the lungs that are likely metastases. Presumptive diagnosis is lymphoma, with metastases in his brain that are causing the pupil asymmetry. We declined to proceed with ultrasound, biopsy, and chemo – it doesn’t feel right in our hearts (or for our wallets, frankly). He’s now on Prednisone and Flagyl for symptomatic treatment.
Overnight, C starts crying and coughing a bunch, and after the second time, I gave up and laid down with her on the mattress in her room. I’d been fighting sniffles for a while, which got worse today with cough and an awful-feeling throat, probably thanks to all the crying and lack of sleep. I could probably make it into work this afternoon, though it’d be tough with not much voice, so I called out for my sanity.
So now, we wait… for the cats to tell us it’s their time.