Hai-ho!
You, my new friends, shall call me Sherlock because it's so much cooler than my real name. I'm recently turned sixteen, and finally conjured the courage to join because my new little kitten's going in for his second major surgery this week and because everything's piling up on each other I'd really appreciate the change to talk about it <3.
The Kitten is little Toby. He's almost twelve weeks old, and was adopted two weeks ago to be a companion for another new kitten who was a little depressed after leaving his siblings. They became best friends, sharing wrestles and cuddles. The first kitten, Clarebear, is showing the potential to be a big cat, and has a lovely gray tabby coat. Toby's a little tiny thing like his mother, but was far fatter and healthier than Clare at his age. He was so strong for his size, who would have thought he'd be the one to be shuttled around from vet to vet and surgery to surgery?
He has his first surgery last Sunday, after a weekend of lethargy and vomiting. By the time we got to the emergency clinic he was too weak to sit up, or even keep his head up; I thought it would be the last time I'd be seeing him. But they put him on IV, and he had emergency surgery that night to remove an intestinal blockage. He was back home the next afternoon.
He began becoming sick again yesterday night, and we returned him to his regular vet for observation. They decided right away he needed a blood transfusion, so today it was a fifty mile drive to the university vet school. This evening, we learned he had another blockage and needed more surgery. It wasn't an easy decision; There wasn't a guarantee that it would be successful, and it was not cheap, either. I also hated the idea of him being cut open again; he's lost a lot of his body fat recently, with his little pelvis and spine bones sticking, and I can't help but be afraid that he isn't nearly as strong as he used to be. But not wanting to have to bear the load and tragedy of a 'no', the surgery was agreed on. It will be performed tonight.
After the first surgery his doctors called him 'miracle kitten' and said he had used eight of his nine lives. Let's hope his ninth has a twin
Everybody root for little Toby! He's my hero for going through the first surgery intact, and he'll need all the help he can get for this next one.
Newly yours,
-sherlock
You, my new friends, shall call me Sherlock because it's so much cooler than my real name. I'm recently turned sixteen, and finally conjured the courage to join because my new little kitten's going in for his second major surgery this week and because everything's piling up on each other I'd really appreciate the change to talk about it <3.
The Kitten is little Toby. He's almost twelve weeks old, and was adopted two weeks ago to be a companion for another new kitten who was a little depressed after leaving his siblings. They became best friends, sharing wrestles and cuddles. The first kitten, Clarebear, is showing the potential to be a big cat, and has a lovely gray tabby coat. Toby's a little tiny thing like his mother, but was far fatter and healthier than Clare at his age. He was so strong for his size, who would have thought he'd be the one to be shuttled around from vet to vet and surgery to surgery?
He has his first surgery last Sunday, after a weekend of lethargy and vomiting. By the time we got to the emergency clinic he was too weak to sit up, or even keep his head up; I thought it would be the last time I'd be seeing him. But they put him on IV, and he had emergency surgery that night to remove an intestinal blockage. He was back home the next afternoon.
He began becoming sick again yesterday night, and we returned him to his regular vet for observation. They decided right away he needed a blood transfusion, so today it was a fifty mile drive to the university vet school. This evening, we learned he had another blockage and needed more surgery. It wasn't an easy decision; There wasn't a guarantee that it would be successful, and it was not cheap, either. I also hated the idea of him being cut open again; he's lost a lot of his body fat recently, with his little pelvis and spine bones sticking, and I can't help but be afraid that he isn't nearly as strong as he used to be. But not wanting to have to bear the load and tragedy of a 'no', the surgery was agreed on. It will be performed tonight.
After the first surgery his doctors called him 'miracle kitten' and said he had used eight of his nine lives. Let's hope his ninth has a twin
Everybody root for little Toby! He's my hero for going through the first surgery intact, and he'll need all the help he can get for this next one.
Newly yours,
-sherlock
