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She was mowing down on food when I got home from work even though I got work three hours early and she had just been fed an hour and a half before. She ate a good tablespoon just then. I've noticed she seems to have some good days and bad days, today she seemed good when I got home. As the day goes on, she does get more tired (steroids wearing off maybe?) and less social. Getting an average of 250ML in per day. That's a mix of one 5.5 oz can of royal canin recovery (183 cal), .5 oz of water, a 1/2 tsp of pumpkin. So I figure she is getting about 250 calories per day, which I was told was the minimum she needs to get her body to stop eating itself (but I have read that it could actually be anything from 200-370 calories that she actually needs). I figure 250 is probably good since she is 12 years old, spayed, hardly active right now. Her next check up is on Thursday, so I have lots of questions and I'm not sure what we will be doing next. I'm hoping increase the ML per feeding and then after she is used to that, decrease the number of feedings so she will eat more between, but still be getting enough calories. Right now, I'm doing 50 ML every 3-4 hours and I'm exhausted. But if lack of sleep means I get to keep the love of my life, I'm totally okay with that.
Her bandage is looking pretty rough, so I may take her in Monday to see if they will redo it, or see if it's okay if I get a kitty kollar and have them clean up the area a little. Her bandage flips up sometimes and you can kind of see the wound and there's some dried blood? or something. Either way, I'm for sure going to call the kitty dollar company and order some o-ring syringes because these rubber stopper ones keep failing and causing food explosions.
Her bowel movements are very regular now, she was going between every feeding small amounts and now she is going the a normal amount 2-3 times per day... occasionally in the litter box. Her urine seems to be getting to be a better color, it was a very yellow yellow. Now it is still very yellow, but not as bright. I'm hoping that means her bilirubin is dropping.
She's walking around the house more than she had been and she sat in the front window for a bit today. Lots of little things that make me feel like she is feeling better. But then there's these moments where she just doesn't look herself and it reminds me how serious this is and how far we have to go. For some reason, the past two days I keep having a flashback of this scuba kitty print fabric that I bought when she was a kitten to use a wall paper in the cat tower I designed her and every time it pops in my head, I have a breakdown, I'm so scared of losing her. I've had her since I was 18 and she was this feisty little 8 week old kitten that my Mom found in the caves alone the Deschutes River. She always jokes about how she is a rare Deschutes River Cave Cat. I didn't even want a cat at that point, I wasn't even allowed to have one and Bucket decided she was going home with me... I didn't even ask my Dad. She just came home with me and has been my best friend ever since, There are so many things I wouldn't have made it through without her.
Just have to keep hope, keep praying, keep doing everything I can. <3
Her bandage is looking pretty rough, so I may take her in Monday to see if they will redo it, or see if it's okay if I get a kitty kollar and have them clean up the area a little. Her bandage flips up sometimes and you can kind of see the wound and there's some dried blood? or something. Either way, I'm for sure going to call the kitty dollar company and order some o-ring syringes because these rubber stopper ones keep failing and causing food explosions.
Her bowel movements are very regular now, she was going between every feeding small amounts and now she is going the a normal amount 2-3 times per day... occasionally in the litter box. Her urine seems to be getting to be a better color, it was a very yellow yellow. Now it is still very yellow, but not as bright. I'm hoping that means her bilirubin is dropping.
She's walking around the house more than she had been and she sat in the front window for a bit today. Lots of little things that make me feel like she is feeling better. But then there's these moments where she just doesn't look herself and it reminds me how serious this is and how far we have to go. For some reason, the past two days I keep having a flashback of this scuba kitty print fabric that I bought when she was a kitten to use a wall paper in the cat tower I designed her and every time it pops in my head, I have a breakdown, I'm so scared of losing her. I've had her since I was 18 and she was this feisty little 8 week old kitten that my Mom found in the caves alone the Deschutes River. She always jokes about how she is a rare Deschutes River Cave Cat. I didn't even want a cat at that point, I wasn't even allowed to have one and Bucket decided she was going home with me... I didn't even ask my Dad. She just came home with me and has been my best friend ever since, There are so many things I wouldn't have made it through without her.
Just have to keep hope, keep praying, keep doing everything I can. <3