I am finally sitting down after getting everything quiet. Abby is definitely not herself. She has been put through something very traumatic for her. She isn't 100% sure of her surroundings but I believe she recognizes my smell. She has been marking me with her cheek, the way cats do, and she has been licking me. She is so so weak. The Vet center couldn't get her to eat, so she has no appetite. One set of problems it seems swapped for another now. I was able to get her to take some crunchies. So at least I got something in her. She has been receptive to drinking. Our ordeal was pilling her. She is on 4 medications. I tried putting the 3 she must take twice a day in a clear gel tablet. That did not work for me being a novice at pill giving. So I had to resort to one at a time. As weak as she is she gave everything she had to fight us. I watched multiple you tube videos to make sure how to do this. I wanted the video of a cat who hates being pilled. I have to tell you I watched one video that the cat nearly asked for his own pill. The cat put his head back with no prompting from the owner! Why doesn't my cat do that? HA!
Abby does have HCM with Hyper-T. There is NO mass. Her HCM is considered moderate, so I took that as a positive. She had a lot of lasix and the Vet was concerned about her values. She has to go to her normal vet tomorrow for blood work and Friday she goes back to the Specialist. I sense until we get her situated she will be seeing the DR a lot.
I am glad she is home!
But she is ... Different. I am chalking it up to what she's been through. I hope she starts to feel better. I don't like seeing her so unlike herself. Right now she went into the smallest room in the house and is under my desk. She has NEVER slept there. Never. I equate it to going under the bed. She's hiding. That is just not her. Abby is fearless. So it saddens me to think she is scared.
I guess I am tired myself. So here's hoping tomorrow is a better day for all.