Another update on Maggie
Nov. 21st, 2014 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lionkingcmslYesterday morning I took her back to the vet. I explained my worries and suggested very strongly that they keep her, as they could probably give her better and more consistent care than I could.
After I got home I stripped my bed so I could launder the sheets and comforter. I then discovered that she had, indeed, urinated, on the bed, but was too weak to make it to the litter box. That was a good sign, the fact she was urinating and not keeping it inside. I called the vet and told them what I had found.
I called the vet this morning and asked how she was doing. They said there was no change, and they still had to force feed her. The fact there was no change for the worse is a good sign, but I am worried that she is still not eating on her own. This may be due to her trying to regain her strength, but she doesn't understand that she needs to eat to do so.
I am both hopeful and worried of the outcome.
I blame myself for her getting into this predicament: If I had not quit my job I could have taken her to the vet sooner, when I first noticed that something wasn't right, instead of waiting until possibly the very last minute. My actions and inaction have very possibly cost an innocent pussy cat her life. For that I will never forgive myself.
Yes, I know she won't live forever, but she is entrusted to my care, and I have failed that sacred duty by not giving her the attention she so rightly deserves.
After I got home I stripped my bed so I could launder the sheets and comforter. I then discovered that she had, indeed, urinated, on the bed, but was too weak to make it to the litter box. That was a good sign, the fact she was urinating and not keeping it inside. I called the vet and told them what I had found.
I called the vet this morning and asked how she was doing. They said there was no change, and they still had to force feed her. The fact there was no change for the worse is a good sign, but I am worried that she is still not eating on her own. This may be due to her trying to regain her strength, but she doesn't understand that she needs to eat to do so.
I am both hopeful and worried of the outcome.
I blame myself for her getting into this predicament: If I had not quit my job I could have taken her to the vet sooner, when I first noticed that something wasn't right, instead of waiting until possibly the very last minute. My actions and inaction have very possibly cost an innocent pussy cat her life. For that I will never forgive myself.
Yes, I know she won't live forever, but she is entrusted to my care, and I have failed that sacred duty by not giving her the attention she so rightly deserves.
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Date: 2014-11-21 09:16 pm (UTC)About 20 years ago I rescued a black siamese kitten I found scavenging roadkill in front of the bedsitter I was renting in Newcastle. Unable to care for a cat myself I entrusted her to my mother, who indeed gave her the loving home she deserved, and the name "Lulu". Cats are not known for their loyalty or gratefulness but this one broke the mould. On the rare occasions that I was able to visit my mother way up north Lulu would always curl up in my lap whenever she found me seated in the living room. More extrodinary still she would always detect my voice on my mother's phone and try to nuzzle up to it.
Very sadly due to my parasitical and ill-tempered sister Fiona moving in with my mother about 6 years ago I had been unable to visit mother or Lulu during that time, and Lulu passed away about a year and a half ago. So I know what it's like to lose a four-legged member of the family. Given your description it sounds like her time has almost come, so I hope the pain of her passing is not longer than it needs to be.