|The vet tech wrapped Chuck in a blanket|
About our vet visit on Saturday:
Chuck's blood pressure was excellent, and the other item's all came in normal. That's good! He's been on his heart meds for a solid three weeks, and she likes how he is doing. Told me to watch for any signs that he is in distress, due to his heart not acting right. Chuck lost four ounces of weight, and we need to keep diligent about keeping weight on him. He begs for food often, and I have been ignoring that, but I will slip him some extra from now on. The vet and I discussed food choices, and we both think what he's eating now is fine. If needed, there are some limited ingredient prescription foods we can try.
They shaved a spot on Chuck's tail this time, and when he walks around the house, with his black tail in the air, it's almost like he's got two...um, er...you know...butts. I'll reserve that photo from publication; I'm sure you understand. The Hubby started calling him "Chucky Two-Butts", and it just rolls off the tongue.
Feeling sad now, since I had to ask for her prognosis, which is not as good as I had hoped. Chuck's heart will never get better. The vet said that his heart is technically in failure right now, and at best she has another patient like Chuck who has lasted 10 months so far. Therefore, his arthritis, his kidneys, or his intestinal problems are not the big issues anymore. My sweet mancat, who steals my socks and hollers for The Hubby to pet him with his just-did-the-dishes warmed and wet hands, is on borrowed time. I spend time ignoring this issue, and then sometimes it hits me like a wave of ocean water. I don't want to leave the house, thinking that I need to spend every minute I can with our boy. Then...I have to get away to keep from turning inside out.