So this week I noticed Atticus (one of our cats) puking a little and straining to use the bathroom, and thinking it was nothing more than some constipation I dropped him off at the vet first thing in the morning.
Holy shit, was I wrong.
It turns out he’s had a blocked urethra and his bladder was completely full of bloody urine, to the point where his kidneys were shutting down. The cause? His run of the mill dry cat food. Our vet told us like, 80% of the cat foods on the market will cause things like this and play a direct role in why so many cats face kidney problems.
When I left work early to see him, he was literally on death’s doorstep, I had come to say goodbye because he was that far gone. He was on oxygen and totally unresponsive when I arrived, but after sitting for two hours just talking and petting him he started to come out of it a bit and respond. The amazing vet staff then cathed him and put him on IV fluids to flush the toxins that had been building in his teeny body. These people are like, serious. One woman stayed five hours overtime TOTALLY UNPAID to be there for him. They took shifts coming in at night to make sure he was okay. I have never seen a group of people bust their asses so hard and care so much for an animal. Seriously. If I could plaster their logo on the side of my truck and tattoo it on my face, I would.
They told me they thought he kept fighting because I was there, and that if I hadn’t of come when I did, he very well could have given up. He was fighting for us, to come home to us.
They had done all they could do for the night, so we put him in a kennel and said goodbye, not knowing if he’d even be alive in the morning.
I stopped at the vet after work to find him awake and upright. When I got there they’d told me he’d eaten just a little bit and offered to let me try feeding him. When he saw me, he started purring and I spoon fed him wet food until the aid told me he actually needed to stop eating. He was still on IV fluids and a catheter, but they said he’s doing better. At the absolute earliest he may come home Sunday, but that’s only if he can pee on his own when the catheter comes out. They said if I hadn’t of shown up the other night at the vet, he probably wouldn’t have made it, and the aid thinks he held on through the night because I was there. She asked me to come back in the evenings to feed him. They told me when they got there in the morning they were expecting to find him dead, and the woman who came in said she actually had to text a photo of him to the other aid so she’d believe her.
So while all this was going on I was sharing it with my friends on facebook, and something amazing started happening:
People started flooding us with get well soon cards for him.
People who didn’t even have pets started doing it:
There were so many it was absolutely amazing
These are people I know in person. These are people who live across the country that I’ve never met in real life. The absolute outpouring of love and support has been overwhelming. There are times in life where bad things happen, things even worse than this; but having people circle the wagons and show nothing but pure kindness and love, it’s too much. MY EYES ARE SWEATING SO MUCH. And you know what? It worked. Atticus came home Monday, and while he’s still got a ways to go until he’s back to normal, we have him here with us.