Hello everyone. Well, I have just ended what turned out to be the vacation and birthday from the depths of hell. Not that I didn't enjoy the time off and spending time with our big boy and all my cats. But, let me explain. Just when we thought Carmelo was doing ok, he took a turn for the worse. He started having large amounts of thick yellow fluid draining from the incision. Then it got worse. On the morning of May 27th, the day after my birthday, I checked on Carmelo only to find that part of his intestine was hanging out of the incision. He had already not been eating for 12 days, was pretty weak and now this. We called the vet and back onto the trailer he went for transport for emergency surgery. I thought, this was it, there is no way he is going to make it through this again. On a positive side, his blood work was ok. However, he also had some redish to almost black discharge in his urine and our vet was concerned that his liver was now having trouble, due to the lack of food. So, they opened him back up (I was in the operating room) pulled out his intestines again for examination. Well, he wasn't septic and his previous surgery on the intestine was healing quite nicely. So, they washed him out again, gave him 3 IV bags of fluid and pumped him up on high dosage antibiotics and put him back together. It appears that from his first surgery, he was brought out of the anesthesia a little to fast.That is why he ran off the table and was running around the vets office. They believe that caused his internal stitches to open up. This time, they brought him out much slower and while he was outside in the transport cage. Well, this meant that he would not eat for a while longer. In all, he didn't eat for about 18 days. I sat for hours just holding him in my arms, trying not to cry my eyes out and trying to get him to eat. Call me silly, but I didn't want him to see my pain, he was having a very difficult time dealing with his own pain. Slowly though, we began to get some food into him. At first, it was baby food, forced fed to him by syringe, since he would not eat on his own. They vet told us we had to force it into him or his liver could go down due to fatty liver disease. (All cats can suffer this if they go without food for an extended length of time). On Saturday, he finally ate about 8 ounces of food, a pound of food on Sunday and on Monday, he ate 2 or more pounds
Are we out of the woods yet, no way. In total, we feel he lost 30 or more pounds. You can feel his back bone when you pet him and can see his hip bones sticking out. Today he finally got to come out of the transport cage for a while to walk around. He walked, but very slowly and labored. He did poop, which is a very good thing to see. His intestines are working normally. His tongue is now pink once again, it was a greyish white and his gums lost their yellow tint due to his liver having troubles. His gums are turning pink again. His urine is yellow, no more redish/black tint. He still has some drainage from his incision, this is up from yesterday, but we feel this may be due to the fact that he was up on his feet walking around instead of just lying around. The fluid can now drain out instead of lying there. But, that has me worried still. He is on high dosage antibiotics which should keep things from going bad. He is losing large amounts of his beautiful orange red fur. Part of this is from the warm weather, but it is a lot of fur. I feel this may be from the lack of nutrition from not eating for 18 days. However, now that he is eating, that should help stop the large amount of hair loss. This morning, I was greeted to the best sound I could ever hear. Carmelo chirped at me for the first time since mid May. Yes, he has a long struggle a head of him, but I feel we are now seeing the light at the end of the very dark path he was walking. He needs all the vibes and prayers anyone and everyone can give. Like I said, it was one hell of a vacation, but I feel Carmelo and I bonded even closer. I know he hated me force feeding him, but when he puts those huge paws around me and tucks his head close to me under my chin, I know he understands that I am just trying to help him. We even rode out a very strong thunderstorm in the transport cage together. I was covering the cage to protect him from the rain when it hit so fast. The wind was so strong, so I climbed in and he put his paws around me as if to say daddy, protect me
I do have a few pictures of me holding him after his surgery, that I will post soon. God, please let him continue to heal. I don't know how much more he and I can take.