Hunky Vet and Taylor and I have reached the last dead end.
Yesterday, HV did an ultrasound on Taylor's belly. Pancreas? Normal size. Gall bladder? Clean and putting out the right amount of bile. Everything else? Seems okay. Except the liver.
When a cat doesn't eat, if only for a few days, it can develop a fatty liver aka hepatic lipidosis. HV did a fine needle aspiration and said Taylor has it. In spades.
They kept her overnight and offered her a bountiful buffet. But the damage is done. And I truly don't think she's going to come home and start scarfing down the kibble again.
So. How many days left for Taylor? I would say at max, a week.
Then I start numbering the cats. Grace and Butchy died last year. This year, Phoebe died. And it looks like there are only a few days left for Monkey.
Seven cats. I know it sounds like a lot. But it isn't.
2 comments:
That sounds like Doug. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't eat, and eventually the vet did an x-ray and said it told him nothing except his stomach was pushed into the wrong spot. I'm sorry for Taylor. And you.
*hug*
I have five. I'm DOWN to five. And I feel that empty spot.
Post a Comment