Hi. This is my first time posting here. I am completely at the end of my rope when it comes to my cats. I can give a little bit of what has been happening this year.
I have three cats in total. Two have been together for almost 7 years now and the other I brought home about 2 1/2 years ago. The newest one lives out in my garage as she's still mostly feral, but she is a completely sweet little girl. She is kept inside because she is deaf. The other two I have had since they were kittens. My oldest, William, is 10 years old and the younger girl is around 7. They are both DSH orange tabbies.
Back in January, Little Girl was diagnosed with histoplasmosis. We have no idea how she got it because she is only indoors. She almost died before we figured out that anything was wrong. She lost half of her body weight, would projectile vomit up to five times a day, but she was constantly hungry for food. She would beat everyone out of the kitchen just for the chance to eat. After about 8 months of treatment, she is hale and happy again. We find out next month if she can come off her medication and everyone was going to be happy and celebrate.
In June, William was diagnosed with a Grade III heart murmur. He's otherwise health and has no external symptoms. He went to a cardiologist three weeks ago and was given a borderline normal diagnosis with possible thickening of his heart. He is suppose to go back in 6 months for a definitive diagnosis of whether he has HCM. All seemed well and normal and good until last week.
William started acting off. The spark that made him my lovable man was gone. He was listless. He wasn't eating as much. Then...he just stopping moving at all. He would stay in the same spot for hours at a time which was incredibly unlike him. He ran a very low grade fever that reached around 104.5 but has since been down around 102.5 to 103.0. He lost about 2.5 lbs since the last time he was weighed at the cardiologist. Because of my busy schedule, I had my father take him to the vet on Friday. That morning, when I checked his gums, I noticed the first signs of jaundice.
By the time he got to the vet, he was most definitely jaundiced. His gums are a pale yellow, his nose alternates between yellow and pink, his ears are yellow and the pads of his feet are turning yellow. We suspect fatty liver because his bilirubin was elevated, but we don't know what caused it. Because of Little Girl, the vet immediately drew blood for a histoplasmosis test. We won't know the results till the end of next week. He came home on Saturday, but he won't eat. He seemed better and was walking around the house like normal. They gave him B12, a SubQ of fluids, and put him on an appetite stimulant and a pill to support his liver function.
I feel like I've been put through the wringer. My emotions are all over the place. I cry a lot because I feel so helpless for him. I am so afraid that I'm going to lose my boy. I keep kicking myself for not going to the vet with him and asking the important questions. I look at his symptoms and I fear that he has FIP. The vet told my father that everything she saw in the blood work indicated something that could be fixed. I can deal with histoplasmosis. I've been dealing with it for months with Little Girl. The involvement with his liver just scares me. The vet just said that the best thing for him is to eat, so I've been force feeding him and giving him treats.
I just don't know what to do. Has anyone else out there ever gone through this?
I have three cats in total. Two have been together for almost 7 years now and the other I brought home about 2 1/2 years ago. The newest one lives out in my garage as she's still mostly feral, but she is a completely sweet little girl. She is kept inside because she is deaf. The other two I have had since they were kittens. My oldest, William, is 10 years old and the younger girl is around 7. They are both DSH orange tabbies.
Back in January, Little Girl was diagnosed with histoplasmosis. We have no idea how she got it because she is only indoors. She almost died before we figured out that anything was wrong. She lost half of her body weight, would projectile vomit up to five times a day, but she was constantly hungry for food. She would beat everyone out of the kitchen just for the chance to eat. After about 8 months of treatment, she is hale and happy again. We find out next month if she can come off her medication and everyone was going to be happy and celebrate.
In June, William was diagnosed with a Grade III heart murmur. He's otherwise health and has no external symptoms. He went to a cardiologist three weeks ago and was given a borderline normal diagnosis with possible thickening of his heart. He is suppose to go back in 6 months for a definitive diagnosis of whether he has HCM. All seemed well and normal and good until last week.
William started acting off. The spark that made him my lovable man was gone. He was listless. He wasn't eating as much. Then...he just stopping moving at all. He would stay in the same spot for hours at a time which was incredibly unlike him. He ran a very low grade fever that reached around 104.5 but has since been down around 102.5 to 103.0. He lost about 2.5 lbs since the last time he was weighed at the cardiologist. Because of my busy schedule, I had my father take him to the vet on Friday. That morning, when I checked his gums, I noticed the first signs of jaundice.
By the time he got to the vet, he was most definitely jaundiced. His gums are a pale yellow, his nose alternates between yellow and pink, his ears are yellow and the pads of his feet are turning yellow. We suspect fatty liver because his bilirubin was elevated, but we don't know what caused it. Because of Little Girl, the vet immediately drew blood for a histoplasmosis test. We won't know the results till the end of next week. He came home on Saturday, but he won't eat. He seemed better and was walking around the house like normal. They gave him B12, a SubQ of fluids, and put him on an appetite stimulant and a pill to support his liver function.
I feel like I've been put through the wringer. My emotions are all over the place. I cry a lot because I feel so helpless for him. I am so afraid that I'm going to lose my boy. I keep kicking myself for not going to the vet with him and asking the important questions. I look at his symptoms and I fear that he has FIP. The vet told my father that everything she saw in the blood work indicated something that could be fixed. I can deal with histoplasmosis. I've been dealing with it for months with Little Girl. The involvement with his liver just scares me. The vet just said that the best thing for him is to eat, so I've been force feeding him and giving him treats.
I just don't know what to do. Has anyone else out there ever gone through this?