So, my cat almost died, I guess. I think if I hadn’t noticed Friday afternoon that he was jaundiced, or if the vet hadn’t been able to fit us in on Friday afternoon, he would have been a goner.
Vinnie was losing weight for about a month or a month and a half, which is good, because he was obese. But I guess that cats aren’t meant to have a lot of excess fat, so when big kitties lose a lot of weight in a small amount of time, their liver can’t handle the fattiness, and it fails.
I had to force feed him all weekend, and give him five medications (umm… if you have EVER tried to pill a cat, you know how hard this is). Today, I took him in to get a feeding tube put in so we can just inject the stuff until he is better. I guess that sick cats don’t want to eat, so that’s why we have to force feed him or inject through the feeding tube. The only thing I could actually get him to eat is treats, which aren’t probably good for him in the long run.
Anyway, I think he should be fine, as long as what made him stop eating in the first place isn’t cancer. Which I doubt. But I feel really bad about letting him get so far gone before I finally took him to the vet. Bad cat mom!
*Originally posted Monday, November 5, 2007