
This may be the end, and I can't help feeling the guilt as an owner and frustration with the vet.
Hey folks. Just got back from taking my cat to the ICU and an afternoon of soul-searching alone in the park.
I got back from a trip out of town the other day, and she stayed with my mother. She wasn't eating much, and that had me worried and resolved to get her back to the vet ASAP. We snuggled on the couch all day yesterday. And then I woke up to her seizing this morning.
My last post here was in the end of June, when I asked about starting on amlodipine. After a series of very frustrating and conflicting vet visits on longer-term prognosis (one vet saying things were massively improved after a UTI, another saying things were looking bad, but also not), I went ahead with it knowing I'd be switching practices at some time. Meanwhile, the current vet was near impossible to schedule anything with.
She was doing great all summer. She was due for a biannual while I was gone, but put that off until I got back—in fact, I was dialing their number when she started seizing. (And of course, found out they recently ended weekend hours).
I just feel immensely guilty I didn't keep a better eye on this the last few months. I feel guilty I didn't get on the ball switching vets sooner. I feel guilty that, when I got news she wasn't eating much last week, not urging my mother to take her in.
On the other hand, it frustrates me to no end that our vet gave me absolutely long-term game plan or even indications to watch out for: I've never had a cat before, let alone one for 15 years, and I have no idea where the line of normal aging and medically concerning behaviors is. Especially considering she's been the picture of health until this year.
The doctor today was very...frank. It isn't looking good. Dehydration, electrolytes crashed, kidney values off the charts. Options were a 48-hour hold pushing fluids and nutrients, at a cost that made my heart skip, or call it a day.
Honestly, I wasn't ready to make that decision, and I was honest about that—the money isn't the concern, but I couldn't live with myself unless I knew I exhausted all options, but of course not ones that would prolong suffering just or my indecisions sake.
I asked what could have caused this and what I could have done. Not eating much was the first sign, the doc said, but sometimes kidney cats just crash. Or it could just be a bad UTI throwing things out of whack.
That was the glimmer of hope I needed. She had one back in January, and once we got through that, her kidney values were better than the prior month's baseline.
I asked if cost were no object, what she would do for their own pet—100% absolutely worth a shot, if it's not going to bankrupt you. Fortunately not the case for me. It hurts knowing how many aren't fortunate for that decision. On the other hand, my partner having worked in the vet field, I've heard too many stories of people throwing a lot of money at an unsalvageable prognosis.
I'm not putting too much faith in it. I know the chances are slim, and if she pulls through, it's not buying a lot of time. My partner's cat went through the same, and it got her a year with him. That defied a lot of odds. I know I'm delaying the inevitable here, but hell, even just a week where I can make sure she's comfortable and passes peacefully is worth all the money in the world to me.
I kinda made my peace with all this in the last 10 hours. It'll hurt if she doesn't make it through the night, but I know I tried.
I'm just thankful I've had her make it through the year fine. It's been a really rough one, with both my parents battling cancer. I'm glad my mother got to take care of her one last time. I'm glad she waited for me to come back so we could snuggle one more day.
And thanks to everyone being here. I know a lot of you have gone through this.
edit: the cat tax