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.
