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Hello. First post here.
It's been seven days since I found my cat, Hugo, hanging almost lifeless from tangling himself up in a bit of fabric (no one to blame--nothing that could have been prevented since no thin bits to catch on--just a completely bizarre, unfortunate accident). He was barely breathing when I took him down and deeply in shock. I have no idea how long he had been hanging there since I had been out overnight. I only know that it was one of the worst things I have ever experienced in my life.
At present, I must feed and water him by hand. I've learned how to express him and have started him on physical and massage therapy. There is some progress. He's starting to suck at the syringe when I put it in his mouth. He tries to walk but can barely make a few stumbly steps before he falls over exhausted. Lately, his eyes seem to be focusing on me but that's about it. His pupils seem to be getting closer to the same size--sometimes I have to look very hard to notice the difference in size.
Now, my poor Hugo is a rescue--a formal feral with AIDS. Because of his disease, he has problems with throat lesions and the horrible things have decided to make an appearance. So, in addition to trying to bring him back from his stroke and brain damage, I am also having to dose him twice a day with Sucralfate to ease his swallowing and stop the bloody lesions.
If you have any advice for me, I'm happy to receive it. Anything that can help this wonderful little fellow progress will be greatly appreciated. Mostly though, if I have to be honest, I'm having a really hard time today and I just wanted to talk to someone who understood why I'm not giving up on my cat. When I see this tough little alley cat--7 days from a stroke, suffering from throat lesions--fighting like a marine to walk across the floor, he inspires me to fight for him. When he very, very slowly moves his head so it's tucked under my chin like he always used to place it, it both breaks my heart and makes me even more determined to help him through this.
In all honesty--being a single mom on a limited income--this has devastated me emotionally, spiritually, and financially. I'll get through it, I always do. I just wish it wasn't so difficult. I just wish that my family didn't live so far away and that my friends were of stronger constitutions. But, mostly, I just wish that Hugo could give me a purr or a cuddle or a non-opposable thumbs up so I'd know that I was doing right by him.
Okay...Time to turn Hugo over so he can nap on his other side. Then, I'm going to take fifteen minutes to myself and walk outside and look at the stars. Thank you for letting me make myself feel better by writing to you. Again, if you have any ideas of ways I can help Hugo, please send them my way.
Remy
It's been seven days since I found my cat, Hugo, hanging almost lifeless from tangling himself up in a bit of fabric (no one to blame--nothing that could have been prevented since no thin bits to catch on--just a completely bizarre, unfortunate accident). He was barely breathing when I took him down and deeply in shock. I have no idea how long he had been hanging there since I had been out overnight. I only know that it was one of the worst things I have ever experienced in my life.
At present, I must feed and water him by hand. I've learned how to express him and have started him on physical and massage therapy. There is some progress. He's starting to suck at the syringe when I put it in his mouth. He tries to walk but can barely make a few stumbly steps before he falls over exhausted. Lately, his eyes seem to be focusing on me but that's about it. His pupils seem to be getting closer to the same size--sometimes I have to look very hard to notice the difference in size.
Now, my poor Hugo is a rescue--a formal feral with AIDS. Because of his disease, he has problems with throat lesions and the horrible things have decided to make an appearance. So, in addition to trying to bring him back from his stroke and brain damage, I am also having to dose him twice a day with Sucralfate to ease his swallowing and stop the bloody lesions.
If you have any advice for me, I'm happy to receive it. Anything that can help this wonderful little fellow progress will be greatly appreciated. Mostly though, if I have to be honest, I'm having a really hard time today and I just wanted to talk to someone who understood why I'm not giving up on my cat. When I see this tough little alley cat--7 days from a stroke, suffering from throat lesions--fighting like a marine to walk across the floor, he inspires me to fight for him. When he very, very slowly moves his head so it's tucked under my chin like he always used to place it, it both breaks my heart and makes me even more determined to help him through this.
In all honesty--being a single mom on a limited income--this has devastated me emotionally, spiritually, and financially. I'll get through it, I always do. I just wish it wasn't so difficult. I just wish that my family didn't live so far away and that my friends were of stronger constitutions. But, mostly, I just wish that Hugo could give me a purr or a cuddle or a non-opposable thumbs up so I'd know that I was doing right by him.
Okay...Time to turn Hugo over so he can nap on his other side. Then, I'm going to take fifteen minutes to myself and walk outside and look at the stars. Thank you for letting me make myself feel better by writing to you. Again, if you have any ideas of ways I can help Hugo, please send them my way.
Remy
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