Miseria Cantare

Nova has unfortunately taken another turn for the worse health wise. Last night when I got home from work I fed the kids wet food like I usually do, and about ten minutes after, he threw his up…but not the normal hairball kind of struggle puke…I’m talking full on projectile, immediate evacuation vomitorium puking.

This morning before work I picked him up so I could watch him walk, because that has always been a tell-tale sign of how he’s doing…and he was extremely shaky and staggering like a drunkard, and his head was drooping again.

I immediately gave him Renal K supplement that I still have for him from several weeks ago when this happened previously, and I’m hoping that helps him perk up slightly while I’m at work. My roommate has been texting me and keeping updated on what he’s doing (sleeping, and of course, peeing in his sleep) and if his walking or demeanor is improving (it isn’t) or worsening (thankfully, it also isn’t). I was able to get him in for a vet visit tomorrow morning at 8:45AM.

I’m just hoping against hope that it’s just his potassium levels again and his kidneys and/or bladder haven’t worsened. He was doing much better with his energy and activity levels after he was taking the Renal K supplement before, and my vet felt that he didn’t need to continue taking it…I just wish he wasn’t like this. I wish I didn’t have to face the possibility that these really may be the last months I have with him.

He’s only 12. I’ve only had him for 10 years. He is my rock when things go to shit in my life. I wish I could be sick for him. Even Gia doesn’t know what to do with him being ill…she tries to lick the top of his head to help him feel better, then she just lays down near him and she just looks so worried.

*sigh*

I don’t know what I am actually going to do when the time comes…

~ by tatterednotes on April 11, 2016.

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