Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My little man is sick.

Last night while I was sitting there putting some things together and working on the computer, I noticed my oldest cat had not ventured out to greet me upon my arrival home. Thinking nothing of it, I wandered the house looking for him, with the younger cat in tow, crying and carrying on. Eventually I found my little man, curled up under my bed struggling to breathe.

I quickly pulled him out and began assessing him. Surely nothing could be wrong because one week to the day he had been to the vet for his annual vaccinations and his senior blood work. And all of his blood work came back normal.

Eventually I calmed down enough to call my husband and tell him he has to come home as soon as he can because we have to get Boots to the emergency vet. By the time my husband arrived, Boots could hardly stand up, his eyes were rolling in the back of his head, and his tongue was hanging out.

After what seemed like the longest drive ever to the emergency vet, he was half heartedly diagnosed with asthma. The vet is bordering on heart disease, but since his blood work came back clean the week before she's hoping that it's just asthma. So after two x-rays, Lasix, medicine and breathing treatments, three and half hours later he came home...at almost 2am.

Needless to say we are exhausted as we both had to come into work just a few short hours later.

I wish I could say I had happy news, but Boots is hanging on. He has two meds that I have to give him and if those don't work then we have to get him some additional help of some kind.

My heart aches to see my little man in such a sad state. He's 13 years old, which is relatively old in human years. He's a fighter though and I pray with all that I have that he overcomes this and we can find the best course of treatment for him. I've had Boots since he was weaned from his Momma so it will be emotionally draining for me the day I have to let him go.

If you have room on your prayer list, send up a little prayer for Boots. He's been such a wonderful companion these last 13 years. Life without him would never been the same.

3 comments:

LV said...

Everywhere I have turned this month has been nothing but pain and grief. I have had more on my pate than usual the last two weeks. I am truly sorry about your little kitten. That is why I will never have another pet. I have not forgotten the eyes on the last one I took to the vet. He did not come home. There comes a time in all lives when we have to let go. Trust me it is never easy, but life does go on. Time is the greatest healer ever. I will be gone the 15th thru 20th of this month. Take care and trust things get better.

Emily said...

Oh I'm so sorry poor Boots is sick... You know I've been sending healing thoughts to him since I found out and will continue to do so! I hope the meds start working ASAP!! Hang in there, Boots, your momma isn't ready to let you go yet!

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

I'm just now reading this and praying that Boots get better. He sure is a cutie! It's hard to think of life without our furbabies.