I hope all goes well with Whisp Mary Anne! I was with Ron earlier so I couldn't type much on MSN, but you know she is on my mind constantly... I'm praying real hard that all is well with Whisp and the kittens!
She has pyometra and they are doing an emergency surgery on her right now. I will be picking her up late tonight as they don't want her to stay overnight being she is so wild. The vet tech has some nasty scratches now thanks to this feral lady- and I feel bad about that, but I did warn them she is still quite wild. For those of you who may not know Pyo is where an infection enters the cervix within the first week of a heat cyle. The cervix shuts down, and fills with pus and infection and becomes engorged so the cat looks pregnant, but she is not.
Goodness, poor little girl!!! At least she found her way to you when she did, otherwise I don't even want to think of her fate. Healthy energy coming up for her, and the vet tech.
Thank God you rescued her. Had you not been willing to bring her into your home she surely would have died. Even though this is horrible news, because of you (and your very brave vet and vet tech) this girl will likely survive.]
I just came on after a few days and noticed this post. I'm hoping all is better now. I will say tons of prayers and lots of good wishes and thoughts are coming your way. Poor Whisp! She is so lucky to have found such a wonderful lady as yourself to see to her care! You are the absolute BEST!!!
Sadly, I am back at square one with her- and who can blame her? She really went through it yesterday, and in the interm lost her family too. It turned out she had four kittens and a massive infection. The vet said the kittens would not have survived the trip down the birth canal to be born because of the infection within, so the kittens were sent to the angels.
Whisp is hiding in the closet, hissing, spitting, swatting and very determined not to let me even get close to her. She is not eating or drinking, so if you could just say a prayer for her, I will have those prayers wrapped around me when I go upstairs to sit with her and let her know all is really well.
She turns out to be 3 years old, just very tiny and very compromised health-wise. To get antibiotic down her requires an act of congress-