elfs: (Default)
[personal profile] elfs

I feel happy! I feel happy!
I suppose this should wait until next Monday, but I've been feeling it for at least a week and it deserves to be talked about. This coming Monday, the 17th, is the first anniversary of Dinah's being diagnosed with geriatric feline kidney failure. She was losing weight fast. "Aggressive" treatment consisted of a dose of gastrin management every night (it's amusing that both Dinah and I are both on omeprazole) and 100ml of water injected under her skin between the shoulder blades.

The veterinarian said that she'd probably last a month or two without it, or six to eight months with it. If we went "aggressive," he said, the end would come much, much quicker when it did since instead of a slow buildup of renal toxins over weeks, it would happen more or less within a few days when her kidneys finally did shut down. Omaha and made the decision to do the aggressive treatment-- we loved our old cat and, besides, what a great lesson for the kids, that you don't abandon someone just because their care has become onerous.

But it's been more than six to eight months. It's been a year. And I look at her and think to myself, "The doc said it would be a gentle, painless decline. You're not supposed to be getting better. You're not supposed to be putting on weight!" I immediately feel guilty for thinking that, and I understand that it's a common thing for caretakers to feel, the whole "I had this much time allocated to this part of you, and now you're taking more than your fair share" moment.

I do love the poor old fuzzball, even when she pees on my gym clothes, the laundry, goddess knows what else. I've become a master with the steam cleaner. And we have to work extra-hard to keep her litterbox clean because overcharging her kidneys means, well, you can guess what it means. So we soldier on. Enjoying her presence, even when she's so demanding about cuddles and hugs, taking care of her. And feeling a little guilty every time we grump over our responsibilities toward her.

Date: 2008-03-14 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mouser.livejournal.com
Uh, actually getting healthier?

Have you considered that it might have been a misdiagnosis?

Date: 2008-03-14 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthologie.livejournal.com
Chronic kidney failure is something that, with treatment, can get back to a stable, even healthy point -- although it isn't "curable." The problem with kidney disease is that the cat's kidneys can't function well enough to flush toxins, hence the sub-q fluids. My cat went from needing fluids every day, to every two days, to every three -- and she's been in treatment for more than two years now. She put all of her weight back on (she was less than 8 lbs. when diagnosed, and she's 12-ish lbs. now), her coat is gorgeous, she's eating well, and it looks like she'll live several more years this way.

Date: 2008-03-14 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lisakit.livejournal.com
As you said, it's natural to feel that way. She's responding well to your excellent care.

I dread having Sugar reach that stage. All my cats so far have either wandered off to die or been taken by predators (or the one who forgot how to get home and adopted a family down the road), but Sugar's likely to stick around for a good long time.

See, you are good people!

Date: 2008-03-14 09:37 pm (UTC)
fallenpegasus: amazon (Default)
From: [personal profile] fallenpegasus
Birki lasted more than 6 years longer than she was "supposed to".

Date: 2008-03-15 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gromm.livejournal.com
Be glad that it's only pee.

We've been spending the past year cleaning up "spots" out of the carpet. And our clothes. But the clothes are easier to wash and the stains come out better.

The best part though, is that it was pretty much entirely our fault for not making her litterbox a comfortable place to be. She might have been able to handle the stress of moving just fine, but with the baby coming immediately after the move... well once he started to crawl she was afraid of being attacked in that dark closet apparently. Now that the closet door is gone and a nightlight is in the hall, she seems to be behaving herself much better now.

I just wish that I had googled this about 8 months ago when the problem *started* happening, rather than suffering with it for so long.

Date: 2008-03-16 04:21 am (UTC)

Profile

elfs: (Default)
Elf Sternberg

December 2025

S M T W T F S
 12345 6
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Dec. 30th, 2025 03:25 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios