I called the vet's office this morning. The receptionist chirped at me that it was only 8 am and the doctors were just coming in.
"Look," I said, somewhere between tears, anger, and bitchiness, "I just want someone to go and look at her and come back and tell me if she's alive or not. Okay?"
Debbie trotted off. She returned and chirped, "She's awake and eating."
What? Awake and eating? Eating? Alive?
I thanked Debbie.
Later, I spoke with Hunky Vet.
Grace does not have:
- a mass in her chest
- a mass anywhere
- kidney stones
- an enlarged thyroid
- hyperthyroidism
- diabetes
- feline leukemia
- probably not FIP (feline infectious peritonitis)
- any reason at all to be failing
In fact, Hunky Vet was mystified. "I don't know what to tell you. But I think for now, the best we can do for her is keep her here on fluids, getting some antibiotics because she might have a little UTI. Her white blood cells are elevated but not that much. And in the meantime, she's eating, she's drinking. She seems fine."
And I thought, maybe it's because she's not here with the ruffians. Maybe it is these furry little bullies. And it flickered across my mind that if I had to give her up for her to thrive, I would. At least I would know she's alive. (You have no idea how hard this would be for me to do, but I would do it gladly if it would save her life.)
Hunky Vet said, "There's a group of veterinary internists who get together and discuss mystery cases like this. They do it for free and they're some of the best vets in the country. I'll submit this to them today and maybe on Monday, they can discuss Grace's case."
"So you think she'll be alive on Monday?"
"If she keeps going like she is, I'd say it looks good. But I have absolutely no idea on earth what is wrong with this cat."
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They do it to mystify us, because they are cats. Maybe Gracie just wants her own room.
Here's hoping for Gracie. My girls went vetwards yesterday. Ophelia (the diabetic) is good. Bea is fine except for some yeast in her ears (which she has because, well, she won't allow drops often enough). LaGuz, my oldest lady, has crossed the border into hyperthyroidism, but just barely, so she's on low dose meds in her canned food.
And no one peed on me! SUCCESS!
The boys go next week.
Amazing Grace. Could it be just stress?
I like Hunky Vet -- I wanted to stand up and cheer when any medico says "I don't know and/or I have no idea". Far too many of them will make shit up before they'll say that...
Maybe she wanted a week at the spa?
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