Thursday, her tests came back with increased levels in her kidney chem panel. Fear kicked in. I cried all evening until I went to see her. They upped her fluids, she took it like a champ, and on Friday...well one test came back clean the other a pretty significant drop, but she still needed to stay a day. I was overjoyed and filled with tremendous hope that the miracle would happen; that she would be able to flush it all out and in time, recover. Saturday, her tests came back. Everything normal but the one that was still a bit high actually went up a bit more. Nevertheless, they decided that it would be best for her to come home as her behavior did not indicated she felt ill and her chatty personality was entertaining everyone.
Thankfully I have been able to visit her on Thursday and Friday nights. Thursday I was petting her and talking to a vet tech:
E: "I just turned my back for three minutes...."
VT: "We've all been there"
Everyone's been telling me that "mistakes happen", "we all make mistakes" but I just couldn't get over feeling the blame for it. For some reason, the way he said it really helped me let go. I mean, I still have guilt, but I'm not beating myself up like I had been. No one else had said it quite this way. Later another vet tech came in singing a song with Meow Mix's real name in it. Apparently, they all start humming it as soon as they see her. She is truly special and has a way of making people fall in love with her. She's part dog, part human and cat physically and when she wants to be. Meow Mix has always had an unique effect on people. Even my friends who are allergic to cats jump at the chance to care for her while I'm out of town.
Overall, the doctors have been very positive and I continue to ask for prayers that she will still flush it out with daily fluids under the skin, a special diet, love and prayers. A girlfriend, who got me into meditation, is going to come by at some point to do a healing on her. I know it sounds crazy but the first healing I got my allergies cleared up in days instead of weeks. Sometimes, as Meow Mix's namesake said to me, you just have to "believe".
I am so happy to have her home. She is acting normal. Totally into everything and it was nice to have her curl up for a snuggle last night. This morning she threw up her food. I was pretty sure it was her IBD acting up - stress with coming home - but called vet anyway, as it can be a sign of kidney problems. Gave her some pepcid and she's all good. Going to feed her this afternoon and then fluids. Here are some pics:
Tuesday after day at vet - on to 24-hr emergency care
Friday night - loves to lay on you. My Christmas ham!
"I'm fine! When can I get the IV out?" Curious as ever.
All these barking dogs are exhausting me.
Like nothing happened. Curious as ever.
A midday Sunday nap
I, and one of her doctors, are now on a mission to spread the word of Lilies and cats. There is NO safe part of the flower. NONE! I am totally surprised how many people don't know about it. I may be unable to identify flowers (I thought it was an orchid) but as soon as my gf emailed it was a Stargazer I knew I had to get her in ASAP. One doctor says they see a lot of cases around Easter - makes sense. So, spread the word. Don't keep lilies in your house if you have cats. People need to know!
Needless to say, this has been life changing and pushed me further in the direction I need to go in.
Pray for the miracle! I believe it can happen!