My veterinarian is paranoid and still won't let anyone into the clinic except in the case of euthanasia, so all conversations are held in the driveway. When we could go into the clinic, visits were thorough and unhurried, but outdoors you're lucky if you get a minute or two to ask questions, and telephone conversations are even worse.
I have a very sick cat named Ramona Riddley. To make a long story short, her red and white cells are out of whack and she is strongly suspected of having cancer. The veterinarian wants to do an ultrasound. She's seventeen. She has kidney disease and a heart murmur. If I put her through an ultrasound (very stressful) and they find something, the next thing would be chemotherapy and perhaps surgery. She was not medically cleared for a teeth cleaning last year, by the way. So treating her will make her miserable and may kill her. If I treat the symptoms and give her a good quality of life, she will still die, but at least her last days on earth will have been comfortable and hopefully enjoyable. Currently, she is half syringe-fed and half self-fed. She is supplemented at the moment with a urinary tract support which she will finish on Friday, Adored Beast Feline Gut Soothe, phytoplankton, Nutri-Cal, and chaga mushroom. She also gets fluids in the morning. She's a bit quieter than usual, but looks comfortable and doesn't mind being handled. She is cleaning herself and watching the goings on at the school across the road. Every morning Montgomery head bumps her and she punches him in the face. This has not changed.
My point, and I do have one, is this. Ever since I told the veterinarian that I didn't see any sense in doing an ultrasound on this particular cat, she just shrugs us off. She doesn't have the time of day for us anymore, and if I get an answer to a question its not usually an answer that solves anything and sometimes it doesn't make sense. I'm not adverse to spending money on these cats and she knows it. Flapjack just had four teeth out and Montgomery is the million dollar baby. I even took her our zebra finch when his head blew up and I thought it was the end. Thankfully it was just a pretty wild eye infection and with medication he got over it.
I don't know how to get her to actually talk to me again. I don't know what to say that won't make it worse. I really don't care if she likes me or not. Its about the cat, bottom line.
I have a very sick cat named Ramona Riddley. To make a long story short, her red and white cells are out of whack and she is strongly suspected of having cancer. The veterinarian wants to do an ultrasound. She's seventeen. She has kidney disease and a heart murmur. If I put her through an ultrasound (very stressful) and they find something, the next thing would be chemotherapy and perhaps surgery. She was not medically cleared for a teeth cleaning last year, by the way. So treating her will make her miserable and may kill her. If I treat the symptoms and give her a good quality of life, she will still die, but at least her last days on earth will have been comfortable and hopefully enjoyable. Currently, she is half syringe-fed and half self-fed. She is supplemented at the moment with a urinary tract support which she will finish on Friday, Adored Beast Feline Gut Soothe, phytoplankton, Nutri-Cal, and chaga mushroom. She also gets fluids in the morning. She's a bit quieter than usual, but looks comfortable and doesn't mind being handled. She is cleaning herself and watching the goings on at the school across the road. Every morning Montgomery head bumps her and she punches him in the face. This has not changed.
My point, and I do have one, is this. Ever since I told the veterinarian that I didn't see any sense in doing an ultrasound on this particular cat, she just shrugs us off. She doesn't have the time of day for us anymore, and if I get an answer to a question its not usually an answer that solves anything and sometimes it doesn't make sense. I'm not adverse to spending money on these cats and she knows it. Flapjack just had four teeth out and Montgomery is the million dollar baby. I even took her our zebra finch when his head blew up and I thought it was the end. Thankfully it was just a pretty wild eye infection and with medication he got over it.
I don't know how to get her to actually talk to me again. I don't know what to say that won't make it worse. I really don't care if she likes me or not. Its about the cat, bottom line.