It isn’t often that I go to bed at 3 am, but when I do, it is usually after a very late night visit to the animal ER. As was the case last night.
Amelia’s eyes got worse as the night wore on yesterday, and when I got up (from a nice 2 hours of sleep) to check on her at 12:30, all the skin around her eyes/eyelids was red and swollen and no eyeball to be seen. She couldn’t see to find her way around in the room and was just bumping into things. It looked incredibly painful. I never fool with eye stuff. My vet has always told me eyes are an emergency, so off Marley and I went to the pet emergency clinic. Waiting until the morning when some inches of snow were predicted to fall wasn’t an option in any case!
The nice thing about getting to the pet ER at 1:30 am is that it usually isn’t busy, and there was only one other person waiting there last night. The second nice thing about last night is that one of my favorite doctors was on duty, and she knows me very well, and she knows that what I tell her is accurate, so I don’t have to spend time explaining why I am concerned about something. She was the same vet who helped me almost a year ago when I had to bring the very sick and very pregnant foster kitten Hannah in.
Turns out that Amelia was allergic to the first eye ointment she was given and it was making everything so much worse. They gave her a topical eye anesthetic, flushed out the eyes and the offending ointment, and she now has some drops to go into the eye three times a day. She got a steroid shot to help with inflammation, and Cerenia to help with any nausea and to encourage her to eat. Though it doesn’t look like it, this is soooooo much better than yesterday, and especially last night.
Other things I learned about Amelia…she’s around a year old, “last year’s model” per the vet. She’s super sweet, even in the vet’s office – they all loved her. She was having trouble eating yesterday because she has sores in her mouth, and raw-looking tonsils, part of the overall yuck of the URI, but she didn’t have a fever which is amazing. The vet suggested some wet food for her, which she has, but she prefers the kibble. So she has both, along with some supplements, and she can eat whatever she wants. The vet diagnosed her with cachexia, which was a new term for me. It means “wasting and weakening of the body due to severe chronic illness.” She needs to gain another 3-5 pounds, I think. Not an ounce of fat on her right now. (I should be so lucky.) She’s also dehydrated, so they sent me home with a bag of fluids and I’m giving her sub-Q fluids daily…not her favorite!
She’s out from under the futon a good bit today, and she’s a lap cat, which means I need to trim those nails really soon. She likes “making biscuits” (kneading with her claws) and those claws need some shortening big time. But she’s a lover, and will make someone a lovely cat when she’s well. The only hiss I heard from her is when she saw Leelu in the hallway when I was leaving her room. Not a big fan of dogs so far!
Hopefully we have some quieter days ahead of us now, along with a full night’s sleep for all of us. Thanks for all your kind thoughts for her!