There is a GoFundMe on the SOS forum.
Please Help Me Save Patter
{It's pretty much word for word as this post.}
Before you post a list of links for “places that might help” . . .
PLEASE BE AWARE that these organizations DO NOT help pay for Diagnostic Testing, which is what Patter needs.
This post is me asking for moral support cuz I'm scared and sad.
You may remember Pitter's adventures just over 2 years ago. Patter is his little sister, a litter-mate.
Late Monday night {Dec.27,} Patter started limping really bad. By the next morning, she had totally lost all control of her back legs. She dragged herself around on her rear-end with her front legs. Her vet saw us right away n the morning. {I definitely picked a good one!}
Dr. H believes that she has "thrown an embolism." A blood clot had formed, has traveled thru an artery, and is now causing partial blockage. That blockage is affecting her leg muscles due to the decreased blood flow.
She was put on some strong pain meds. By Friday, Dec.31, she was able to use her legs a bit, for very short distances. This is a great sign, but she is far from "ok".
She urgently needs to see a specialty vet and have a cardiac ultrasound to confirm the diagnosis, so that we can start treatment asap.
That will involve an anti-coagulant to break up the clot, and blood-thinners to prevent another from forming. Invasive procedures/surgery is rarely an option for cats. Without treatment, she has a 50% chance of surviving.
Bravery and strength must run in the family. She amazes me. She hasn't let any of this cause her to give up and stop trying. She made it very clear, when we got home from the vet, that she does NOT want any help. Thank You Very Much!
It was agony to watch her struggle to get into the litter-box. It took a solid minute for her to do it, but dammit, she did it by herself!
It's been a bit easier for her the last couple days . . .
But she can't climb or jump right now. I miss her napping on the back of my chair while I'm online. I miss her snuggling up against me in bed.
Even Pitter realizes something's wrong. He's stopped goading her and picking fights. He comes to bed with me and snuggles til he thinks I'm sleeping. Then he goes and snuggles with Patter on her cushion on the floor.
They are both very determined and strong felines. Patter is just as determined and strong as her brother, if not more!
Pitter was diagnosed with Pancreatitis two years ago.
Three months ago, he went into renal failure and was hospitalized for 3 days. His odds were pretty slim, but he's never been one to just give up either. {Still working on that bill . . .}
He hits a rough patch once in a while and has alot of abdominal pain. Right before Patter started limping, I'd stayed awake rubbing his tummy for 3 nights in a row.
Stuff About Me:
I am a 60+ year old, single woman on disability.
Almost 8 years ago, two very sick, scrawny, 4 week old kittens and I rescued each other. I named them Pitter and Patter, they are brother and sister litter-mates.
I honestly can't imagine how I'd have gotten through everything that's happened in that time. Leaving a 25yr marriage, finding out I needed to do chemotherapy . . . just relearning how to be on my own . . . P+P have often been my only reason for getting out of bed. They are the light of my life. They *are* my Emotional Support Animals, in my heart as well as officially.
Please Help Me Save Patter
{It's pretty much word for word as this post.}
Before you post a list of links for “places that might help” . . .
PLEASE BE AWARE that these organizations DO NOT help pay for Diagnostic Testing, which is what Patter needs.
This post is me asking for moral support cuz I'm scared and sad.
You may remember Pitter's adventures just over 2 years ago. Patter is his little sister, a litter-mate.
Late Monday night {Dec.27,} Patter started limping really bad. By the next morning, she had totally lost all control of her back legs. She dragged herself around on her rear-end with her front legs. Her vet saw us right away n the morning. {I definitely picked a good one!}
Dr. H believes that she has "thrown an embolism." A blood clot had formed, has traveled thru an artery, and is now causing partial blockage. That blockage is affecting her leg muscles due to the decreased blood flow.
She was put on some strong pain meds. By Friday, Dec.31, she was able to use her legs a bit, for very short distances. This is a great sign, but she is far from "ok".
She urgently needs to see a specialty vet and have a cardiac ultrasound to confirm the diagnosis, so that we can start treatment asap.
That will involve an anti-coagulant to break up the clot, and blood-thinners to prevent another from forming. Invasive procedures/surgery is rarely an option for cats. Without treatment, she has a 50% chance of surviving.
Bravery and strength must run in the family. She amazes me. She hasn't let any of this cause her to give up and stop trying. She made it very clear, when we got home from the vet, that she does NOT want any help. Thank You Very Much!
It was agony to watch her struggle to get into the litter-box. It took a solid minute for her to do it, but dammit, she did it by herself!
It's been a bit easier for her the last couple days . . .
But she can't climb or jump right now. I miss her napping on the back of my chair while I'm online. I miss her snuggling up against me in bed.
Even Pitter realizes something's wrong. He's stopped goading her and picking fights. He comes to bed with me and snuggles til he thinks I'm sleeping. Then he goes and snuggles with Patter on her cushion on the floor.
They are both very determined and strong felines. Patter is just as determined and strong as her brother, if not more!
Pitter was diagnosed with Pancreatitis two years ago.
Three months ago, he went into renal failure and was hospitalized for 3 days. His odds were pretty slim, but he's never been one to just give up either. {Still working on that bill . . .}
He hits a rough patch once in a while and has alot of abdominal pain. Right before Patter started limping, I'd stayed awake rubbing his tummy for 3 nights in a row.
Stuff About Me:
I am a 60+ year old, single woman on disability.
Almost 8 years ago, two very sick, scrawny, 4 week old kittens and I rescued each other. I named them Pitter and Patter, they are brother and sister litter-mates.
I honestly can't imagine how I'd have gotten through everything that's happened in that time. Leaving a 25yr marriage, finding out I needed to do chemotherapy . . . just relearning how to be on my own . . . P+P have often been my only reason for getting out of bed. They are the light of my life. They *are* my Emotional Support Animals, in my heart as well as officially.
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